Political Frame of Mind Syndrome

I can give a school funding from the government,
I watch the child mould a city out of papier-mâché.
I can give the art department funds to aid development.
I can professionally take it all away.

I can place the paper city on my bed rest,
I watch the happy children as they play.
I can sleep at night knowing what I did to them.
I can turn off the light and take away the day.

Tax the people if they own a vehicle,
Build roads for them to help them on their way.
I can go to work in a cubicle.
Contain them, increase prices make them pay.

I can induce an economic recession,
I can taint its white buildings with red debt.
I can make a single parent enter depression.
I can go to sleep at night and just forget.

I can take a city by brutality.
I can increase unemployment by over 6%.
I can end a life in a ‘fatality’
I can mould my hands and sign in wet cement.

I can tax my city for atomic bombs,
I can build national relationships.
I can shape a country out of bitterness,
I can send my troops into a warzone.

I can lie to the face of innocence.
And I can crush this city with an iron fist.