As The Old Saying Goes...

Once those begin to sell sold,
A posing of a wholesomeness...
Hoping, if the public decides,
To select and pick...
Them to be the perfect ones,
Capable to restore...
A peace lived by all forevermore.
Like nothing else to witness before.
While behind the scenes,
Practicing to mask...
The reality of their evil faces.
Portraying themselves on public stages.
As chosen to represent,
What democracy can and should be.
Accepting the reflection,
Of a diversified victimized free...
Ethnic humanity.

Although...
Repeatedly debating,
What image of patriotism.
Would be best accepted.
Without it focused upon,
An collected, eclectic to protect equality.
Conscious free of scrutiny.

'This 'old' saying of yours?
I have never heard before.'

'That time has yet before to come.
To witness the revealing to anyone.
But someday.
Who knows as we all grow old.
Living to see deceivers of reality.
Locked up for their misdeeds.
And in the future,
This old saying then by many to believe.
Will exhaust the necessity,
To keep repeated!'

'Oh...
So,
You made it up?'

'Well...
I must admit,
There has to come one day to end...
Deceivers who tell lies to have believed.
Corruption to conduct,
That seduces the minds.
To intentionally mess up.
Has to eventually be noticed.
As a detrimental way to describe,
A great democracy.
Leaving few left to take seriously,
Why they should obey its rules and laws.
At the benefit of who, why?
And pledging what to allege is allegiance.'