Appease

An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile...hoping it will eat him last.

Winston Churchill

APPEASE

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