In the name of power

Compromises are made

Twisted truths come down in a shower

As words are shaped to reflect a slightly different shade

What is this power driven monster?

Hidden beneath the surface so smug

That constantly mistruths bolster

Could it be the simple need of an admiring hug?

Our trusted leaders

Great responsibilities hold

Certainly they should be truth creators

For such character one must be very bold

True and lasting power is among the fruit that is given

It blooms in life as a most beautiful flower

Sweetbread created with a truth leaven

For all of humanity to devour