The other side

Every time I hear slogans raised high
piercing the boundless sky, I look for the leader
like my only prosecutor and when laws pass slipping in
through powerful bills, I look for hands writing our
fate for they are the real culprits; these mobs, fights, debates
and laws grazing headlines are the followers of a voice and
one of my faces yearns to become the heir because
I have lust for power,
you see, these two faces; one preaching like a long lost
priest delivering sermons but what I really dwell on is the
other side because I love my strides more than my lips,
you see, this world is just an iceberg of floating tips.

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