The Truth is Sold

In the hallowed halls where echoes play, Words twist and twine in the light of day, Promises made with a wink and smile, Truths that bend and stretch a mile.

Speak of peace with a clenched fist, Pledges that vanish like morning mist, Vote for change, for it must come fast, Yet cling to the shadows of the past.

Jobs for all, they loudly claim, Yet the factories close, all the same, Healthcare for each woman and man, While the bills pile higher than we can stand.

"Education is the key," they profess, But the schools crumble under duress, Children with dreams, bright as the sun, Lost in systems that come undone.

Black lives matter, they echo the call, Yet in their silence, barriers fall, All lives matter, they quickly retort, In empty slogans, they find their fort.

Our lives should matter, isn't it known? Yet they stand on the steps of a gilded throne, And as they speak of unity and light, Their shadows stretch, embracing the night.

Hear their words, as smooth as glass, Watch their actions, as clear as brass, In the dance of power, the tune is old, The music plays, and the truth is sold.