Oh politician, you weaver of tales
Twisting the truth to suit your sails
You sit on the fence with the wind in your hair
As you sniff all around, pretending to care

But we see through your games, your charade
Your promises fade like a fleeting parade
For you cover your arse, not your heart
And leave us all wondering where to start

Amidst all the lies and points to prove
We search for a leader, someone to soothe
The wounds of a nation, torn apart
By the words of those who lack the heart

So let us raise our voices high
And demand a leader who won't let us die
On the fence they should not sit
For a true leader takes a stand and never quits.