The Politician’s Promises

In the land of golden speeches, where the promises grow tall,
A politician strides with charm, his rhetoric enthralls.
He’ll build you bridges out of dreams, with roads paved in delight,
And every weary voter’s wish will be fulfilled tonight.

He’ll fix the rain-soaked potholes, with a silver-plated wand,
And bring prosperity and peace with just a single bond.
He’ll cure the common cold with speeches rich in flair,
And banish all your troubles with a system oh so rare.

His eyes are full of stardust, his words a sparkling spree,
He’ll make the skies forever blue, for all the world to see.
He promises to heal the seas with filters made of gold,
And feed the hungry masses with a magic that’s been told.

He’ll fight the rising darkness with a flashlight made of hope,
And turn each tear to laughter with a grand, enchanting trope.
He’ll mend the broken system with a glue that’s made of cheer,
And make each lofty promise last throughout the coming year.

But as the votes are counted, and the speeches turn to dust,
The magic fades, the bridges break, and dreams begin to rust.
For promises, though glittered, are just shadows in the light,
And all the lofty visions fade into the dead of night.

So next time when you hear them, with their visions all so grand,
Remember that the promises are castles made of sand.
For in the realm of politics, where promises abound,
The truth is often buried where the hollow lies are found.