An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile...hoping it will eat him last.
We fall for so much rhetoric
And find ourselves questioning where we are
Is is a surprise that we are crashing
Having hitched our hopes to a tainted star?
Does hope send us grasping for anything
That looks bright, shiny, and new?
Unfortunately we find ourselves missing the fact
Deadly knives are shiny, too
In the festive big top
The actors put on quite a show
But behind the scenes they are perverts and thieves
Wrecking havoc wherever they go
Clowns in painted faces
Sell happiness with their comedic style
We are led to believe in their perpetual glee
When sadness hides behind that painted smile
It is true that when we appease our faith
Without a bit of caution in mind
In the end we might be getting up off the floor
When some well hidden agenda kicks our behind