Sonnet XII: Conjurer's Charm

I wrote a sonnet about disingenuous politicians for an assignment during my Senior Year.

Rise forth, oh idea of the ancients
Which has for decades been hidden beneath
Concealed and locked by the tyrant's consents
Vested upon their crown-adorning wreaths

Through power they run our gears with their keys
By their masks of solemnity they served
In sauropsidic lachrymosity
Promising the future which remains blurred

But what is uttered, what is pronounced sold
In their white and clean hands, they hold a play
With decks and divining rods, behold!
What seemed magical just led us astray

Lo, the Amazing and World-Renown
Distorts what lies in the base of his crown

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