Hustlers Charade

In the realm of politics, a tale unfolds,

Of a 'hustler' who dazzled, with bold promises.

He wore a slick smile, spoke with eloquent grace,

Claiming he'd uplift the lowly in life's race.

Oh, the hustler's creed, so persuasive and grand,

He swore to fight for every woman and man.

With catchy slogans and flashy campaign signs,

He won over hearts, like a cunning feline.

But once in power, the truth was unveiled,

His promises shattered, his integrity failed.

The hustler's creed, a facade, a charade,

A comical twist, in this political parade.

He raised taxes high, burdening the poor,

And cut back on programs, leaving them unsure.

The lowly souls he pledged to defend,

Are now left neglected, their hopes at an end.

Oh, the hustler's creed, now a source of laughter,

As he dines in opulence, indulging in the finer,

Leaving the lowly to struggle and fight,

Their dreams crushed, their futures held tight.

I hope the people, will see through his cunning disguise,

His comical antics, his deceitful lies.

And rise together, in a united might,

To expose the hustler, who thrives on their plight.

No longer fooled by his promises hollow,

I hope they'll seek justice, their resilience they'd follow.

In this world of politics and power,

The hustler's creed should meet its final hour.

Let this be a lesson, both comical and true,

To never trust blindly, to see the lies through.

For in the realm of hustlers and their deceit,

The lowly shall rise, and justice they'll meet.

Taming Anger

Anger, a tempest in my heart, 

A storm that rages, tearing me apart. 

A fire that burns, consuming all in its path, 

A force that controls, with an iron grasp.

 

It starts as a spark, a flicker of heat, 

A feeling that rises, hard to defeat. 

It grows and grows, until it can't be ignored, 

And then it explodes, like a volcano once more.

 

Anger, a force that can't be tamed, 

A beast that's unleashed, a monster unchained. 

It clouds my judgment, and warps my mind, 

It makes me lash out, and leave hurt behind.

 

But in the aftermath, when the storm has passed, 

I see the damage done, the hurt that will last. 

And then I realize, with a sense of shame, 

That my anger, in the end, was all in vain.

 

I've learned to temper, this tempest within, 

To find peace and calm, and let love begin. 

For anger may be a powerful force indeed, 

But in the end, it's love that we truly need.

Selective Morality

In the realm of human hearts, a complex play unfolds,

Where morality dances with shadows, stories untold.

A tale of selective judgment, a delicate charade,

Where actions deemed righteous, in favor, they cascade.

Behold, the stage is set, where self-interest takes its role,

And a mask of righteousness disguises the true goal.

A symphony of bias, where our principles sway,

Selecting only what suits us, discarding what may dismay.

For in this realm of mortals, we paint with shades of gray,

Morality's canvas, manipulated as we sway.

Convenient choices, a tapestry we weave,

But the fabric of truth, it begins to cleave.

See, some deem kindness virtuous when it benefits their gain,

But turn a blind eye to others who suffer in disdain.

They preach empathy's gospel, yet their hearts remain closed,

To those who are different, to the troubles undisclosed.

Selective morality, a mirror reflecting self,

A skewed perception of righteousness, clinging to wealth.

Weaving webs of justification, like spiders in the night,

Convincing themselves of virtue, though shadows hold them tight.

When faced with temptation, with desires that tempt the soul,

Do we hold to our principles, or let them freely stroll?

Do we sacrifice convenience, for the sake of what is right?

Or do we mold our morals, to fit our own delight?

But let us not despair, for within this human race,

There are those who resist, who embrace moral grace.

They stand against the currents, with unwavering might,

Choosing what's right, not just when it's expedient and bright.

They see through the fog of selective morality's haze,

Guided by a compass, unbending in its ways.

They lend a hand to strangers, to those they've never known,

And their principles shine brightly, like stars that proudly own.

 Let us strive to be more, to rise above the tide,

To shed the cloak of selfishness, with humility beside.

For in the realm of hearts, where selective morality resides,

May we choose true integrity, and cast off deceit's guise.

Foolish Politics

In the realm of politics, where fools may deceive,

Whose fault is it when we are so easily deceived?

When a jester with empty promises takes the stage,

And convinces us that he'll bring a brighter age.

Oh, the blame does not solely lie with the fool,

For we, the people, can be a bit gullible, it's true!

We yearn for change, for hope and relief,

And sometimes fall for a charlatan's belief.

With rhetoric so grand, they paint a rosy scene,

Promising tomorrow's comfort, where today we keen.

They speak of progress, of prosperity to come,

And we, like eager children, are lured to succumb.

But as the fool's mask begins to fade,

We realize the truth in the choices we made.

We find ourselves trapped in a web of deceit,

Wondering how we allowed this bumbling feat.

Oh, the fault lies with us, for we hold the power,

To see beyond the act and not be devoured.

We must question the motives, the claims that they make,

And not let foolishness lead us astray, for goodness sake!

So let's laugh at our folly, with a comical tone,

For in satire, the absurdity can be fully shown.

Political experiences, a circus of jesters and clowns,

Where the blame is shared, not just one party's grounds.

Let us learn from these lessons, not repeat the same,

And choose leaders wisely, not swayed by empty fame.

For in this theater of politics, the stage is ours,

To prevent the fool's grip and protect our powers.