You came with a charming smile,
Disguised in angelic outfits,
And a charming gentle tone,
Enticing me into buying your ideas,
Begging me to subscribe to your philosophy,
Convincing me to accept your manifesto.
You begged me to follow you,
Into that sweet promised land,
The land abundant of milk and honey,
Where forever we will be happy,
Its images endlessly rolled in my mind,
As I pictured that promised land in solitude.
Upon crossing to the Promised Land,
You left me at the crossroads,
Back home, I had sacrificed my bowl of honey,
I had foregone my umbrella of peace and serenity,
Just to be with you in this Promised Land,
But the haven I had thought of,
Is now the hell that I am in.
You promised to return me home,
A home with the abundance of love,
But it was just another of your lies,
And as I picture the fate that has befell me,
My eyes get flooded in tears of betrayal,
And my voiceless voice is broke,
For no one is here to listen to my cry.
Now you belly is full, Mr. K,
And you have turned the Promised Land,
Into your arena to prance and dance,
You have forgotten the countless sweet pledges,
That you made during your campaign trails,
When you spent countless sleepless nights,
Trying to convince as many as you could.
And now you spend all day long,
Just slouching in your luxurious couch,
With a glass of wine by your side,
And a gleaming innocent-like smile,
Masking your real devilish face,
And when it’s time to get some rest,
You sleep with one eye open.
You and your acquaintances,
You reign supreme over the land,
You are fortified with absolute power,
You are fortified with pure gluttony,
And I am not a schnook, Mr. K,
To believe your sweet charming words,
That soon, all will be well.
You have left me in a desert of despair,
I am in a jungle of frustration,
In a land boasting of ugly beauty,
Where no one cares about me,
Everyone living life his or her way.
Perhaps, I am coming to terms with reality,
Coming to birth from my cocoon of naivety,
And I love this ugly sight of reality,
At least I am learning how to dance now,
To dance to the tune I know not,
That I subscribed to foolishly,
For sure, it isn’t a mirage anymore,
It is the shameless naked reality,
And I can’t free myself from its merciless chains.