I saw his face, on every channel
his slogans in all the papers
I heard people, repeat his words
I saw them shouting, his flag in their hands
I saw him making promises
I heard him talk about life
but I saw his fingers too
They were crossed behind his back
Darling...of the TV screen Manipulator...
of the purse strings Master...
of the spoken words Jackal...
with connections
Worshipped... by the masses
Leader... with ulterior motives
His slate, clean as snow
covers over his dark past
To be in league with workers
pictures he loved to see
But I read in his eyes
Promotion... reality he
played his part to the end
Shot ...leaving a shambles