The Appearance of Impropriety

Beneath the disguise of noble objective,
Lurks the specter of political invective,
A masquerade of justice and a ruse of morality,
Where dark excesses are revealed as a clear eventuality.

In virtuous chambers the political voices ring,
Appearances deceive, a continuous wellspring,
Those within wear a cloak of virtue so frail,
Where partial truth and deceit most commonly dovetail.

Through its celebrated corridors where echoes fade,
deception and duplicity weave a majestic charade,
The eyes of the public, remain ever blind,
To the cunning machinations of the political mind.

Objective fair minded speeches shroud the tainted air,
Ne’er an attempt to shield impropriety from the public’s glare,
The tapestry of trust, once clear and bright,
Frays behind closed doors in the absence of light.

We witness an arcane dance of the representatives we choose,
Perhaps a skeleton in the closet or a spouse to abuse,
As the guise of honor deteriorates, stained and worn,
They soon become forgetful of the promises sworn.

In this theater of power where optics command,
Deceit and decorum go hand in hand,
Appearance is called upon to mask the dubious play,
As the armor of honor is left to fade away.

Were it not for the whispers rising from honest throats,
Revealing glimpses of the treachery in mendacious quotes,
Of the appearance of impropriety in political halls,
There would exist no omen to predict the writing on the walls.