Words of cunning   Shining, stunning   Men of grandeur   Blinding, numbing      With winsome wiles   In specious styles      Speeches etching   Rhyming, wrenching   Men so shallow   Stumble fetching      For words that maze   To clear their daze      Calm in disarray   Sinking day by day   Hopeless, never see   Save what they believe      Choices weakening   Ever sinking   Men are poisoned   Into thinking      That they've a voice   Above their noise      Spheres of disarray   Worsened by the day   Sadly led and fooled   Without thoughts to rule      Spheres of disarray   Worsened by the day   Sadly led and fooled   Without thoughts to rule