The Hangman

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