Thespians and thieves
Dressed in robes of deceit
Drunk in their monologues
An agenda up their sleeves.
With nations for playthings
They pull invisible strings
At the pounding of the gavel
All the acts shall begin.
Waging wars at their podium
Both judge and executioner
For the improper decorum
They conspire to pull the trigger.
For the horde of reporters
To fiddle the media screens
A game of smoke and mirror
To stage the perfect scene.
They dance with politics
While half the world burns
Amused in the devil's antics
As plundered cities mourn.
A soiree will soon follow
The deliberate verdict
The jury can rejoice in the gallow
But their heads will hang upon it.