Promises

They come skipping, lilting, promising

But mostly with pride and promises

Of things that will not be

Could never be

Things educated people don't even dare to dream

But everyone wants.

Milk and honey, birds and bees, sunshine and promises

Prideful, rich, rolling in money, breaded in hope

Fried in hot oil to hide the foulness within.

They come slithering and boasting, promising

Stepping all over the common folk

Like rungs on a ladder

Using them, willing sacrificial lambs,

To rise to the top.

These are the false messiahs.