Masked Jackal - Coroner

I saw his face, on every channel

His slogans in all the papers

I heard people, repeat his words

I saw them shouting, his flag in their hands

I saw him making promises

I heard him talk about life

But I saw his fingers too

They were crossed behind his back

Darling… of the TV screen

Manipulator… of the purse strings

Master… of the spoken words

Jackal… with connections

Worshipped… by the masses

Leader… with ulterior motives

His slate, clean as snow

Covers over his dark past

To be in league with workers

Pictures he loved to see

But I read in his eyes

Promotion… reality

He played his part to the end

Shot… leaving a shambles