Caricatures

They dance broken

Like sticks fragmented

And sing in inciting elation

Like teenagers in glee 

Caricatures dressed in style

Each parading his ethnic stronghold

Like a priced bull ready for slaughter

Caricatures on podiums

Acting with the finesse of maestros

Vows and promises they make

Swearing and sweating in excitement

Frothing in filth

Each of their words a lie

In praise of their tribal chief

They dance to the euphoria

Of their jubilant drunk masses
Each staggering in their own hatred

Drunk from their delusions of power

Incited by echoed fears
Drawing rage to their faces
Their fists ready to tear 

But when done, they'll return after ages

To the forgotten masses, in huge cars and cash

To bewilder the tattered village

In amazement as they zoom

Fast and furious behind hinged windows

To the safety of their guarded homes
To stir another round of bloodshed