lighting the fuse

a fresh batch(some recycled) show up every 2 years, strip mining our discontent--

-those 'men' and 'ladies'- with painted faces, promises, and masks, enchanting us, lying, seeking the keys to our trust and vault of endless treasures.

.....turning us against each other, stoking our fears, with promises they have no intention or way of keeping.

we follow like the friendly mindless buffoons that we are(seeking something for nothing), chasing these phony faces---that is, until we see that they have nothing to deliver, either, but false promises. we turn on them like yelping hounds on a hunt, we always do, but the light changes, the masks change.

"over there, that's the bad the bad guy....it's not me...................."

i'm not like all those others."