Is the demagogue a demi-god?
Are anxieties eased by backing fools?
What will he next use as his new rod?
With what connections will he come to rule?
Democracy’s not served by baying mobs.
Yet how can such a man have risen high?
Seems almost like a robbery, smash and grab.
His friends have altered truth till it now lies.
We tremble, wondering what the future holds.
We shudder , wondering who will bear the pains.
And is there something odd in lies so bold?
What folly gave him powers he wished to gain?
We live from hour to hour with saddened minds
For to the poor and lost ,can he be kind?
How my heart sings 