In the realm of deceit where politicians prance,
Their words are dancing, a pretentious trance.
A waltz of promises which grand but hollow,
Sincerity slipping away, like sand to swallow.

Crafting artifice is a facade of virtue,
Clawing shadows, oh, there it is, a mimicry so untrue.
Politician's charade is an embrace for show,
Deceitful theatrics in the political throw.

They are like the dead at rest and in peace they lie,
No doubt, A pretentious soul, no release to fly.
Buried deep in layers of falsehood's disguise,
Where truth departs, and pretense defies.

In the graveyard of promises, their lies decay,
Buried with time, as pretense holds sway.
A macabre ballet, is a dance with shadows,
As the dead is the witness, in silent and dismal meadows.

In the depth of silence where sincerity has fled,
There is pretentious soul, like a politician misled.
Both echo hollow in the chambers of the dead,
A waltz of deception, where truth has bled.

May this piece be serve as a solemn reminder,
That in the dance of deceit, may you be a truthfinder.
Let all our voices echo, strong and clear,
For I know that transparency triumphs over fear.
(by MCLC)