pre-election excretion

the robber comes and promises he will never loot again
the killer comes and promises he will never kill again
and here i am
with no money to lose
with no soul to lose
but a pair of bleeding eyes and ears
and with blood on their hands
as they sell tickets to their own circus
with bloody stains on promised pamphlets
—i’m told the slaves will be masters
for once in a lifetime,
but then it is just a manifesto
of slaves pretending to be masters
of robbers hiding behind their masks
of killers running away unharmed