The Hangman
A hangman gave a grand address
Some fearful people heard
With ever growing eagerness
They hung on every word
His speeches through the airwaves flew
More followers adhered
And sucked in by his point of view
They easily were steered
To voting booths on polling day
Wherein their droves they came
To place a vote the hangman’s way
A cross against his name
A landslide on the news declared
The hangman’s voters roared
Most joyous with how well he’d fared
This leader they adored
And all his foes were made to feel
The lashings of free speech
The unrestricted barbs of steel
That he was wont to preach
And soon the law was even more
In favour of his spite
The settlement of every score
Became a legal right
Hence upon opponents now
The hangman’s henchmen fell
And many who refused to bow
Received a dreadful knell
A knock upon the door at night
A waiting van outside
No legal aid or human right
Just handcuffs for the ride
A gallows stand for those arraigned
The foes were led unto
And on the hangman’s word they hanged
As mockers cried adieu
But he was never satisfied
More laws were passed with ease
Some mockers soon themselves were tried
Along with families
Increasing numbers went to trial
Deemed traitors fit to die
The hangman preaching all the while
And many years went by
Till finally his foes had gone
All disappeared or dead
Now old and tired he’s hanging on
Albeit by a thread
And if he gives a grand address
These days he’s rarely heard
His clarity seems less and less
His leadership absurd
Restrictions ever more increased
The plebs have lost their vote
Democracy now long deceased
The rich and powerful gloat
As jealous heirs behind the scenes
Standby impatiently
Descendants all but kings and queens
The hangman’s dynasty
