Makes light noises as he moves
Amongst the crowd and cameras.
Shaking the hands of infants,
Explaining detailed law reforms
To teenage mothers
In three striped suits.
This is how you rule the world.
Clap the sun with chinned mien.
Comment on modified goods.
Walk upright, dress well.
Every politician in the world wears briefs,
Even the women.
And these brave leaders used to make decisions.
When they arrive, humour them.
But the ones you never see or hear.
Living ghosts of backroom corps,
Architects of recession and the ever
Expanding desire for global conflict,
They are the faceless dominators.
They have all the power.