Moon at Half Past Noon

I rose from your ballots, your knight with a grin,
The “power of we” means I always win
Each tick on the page is my heart’s sweet applause,
Your humble dictator—give me your cause!

Oh, sing my tune, I’m your ballot-bought dream,
Elected to lead, but I reign supreme!
I’ll twist your will in a jig so sly,
The people’s own prince—don’t ask me why!

With words I weave gold, ideology’s flair,
“Freedom’s my gift!”—just don’t peek at the snare.
I’ll preach till you swoon, my gospel’s the key,
Your minds I’ll mold—oops, did I say “free”?

Think aloud, oh, you leftist fool or red traitor pest,
Commie or capitalist, fraud in a vest!
I’ll slap on a name, dodge your pesky critique,
My label gun’s loaded—truth’s obsolete!

The world’s my mirror, your votes my crown,
Dissent’s just a whisper I’ll cheerily drown.
I’ll stretch one term to a dozen or so,
You picked me, dear flock—why let me go?

Sly tricks up my sleeve, oh, the power’s so sweet,
A law here, a ban there, keeps rebels offbeat!
I’ll nudge the press soft, make foes disappear,
All “for your good”—shed a crocodile tear!

Oh, sing my tune, I’m your ballot-bought dream,
Your voice in my fist, bursting at the seam!
I’ll dance your rights to a tune I compose,
Democracy’s darling in dictator’s clothes!

One rival steps up, another crowned ape,
King Kongs in a brawl, or monkeys with capes!
We’ll thump our chests, claim the throne’s our right,
“People love me more!”—what a glorious fight!

Inside I quake—do you cheer or you jest?
But banners fly high, so I’ll puff out my chest!
Your freedom’s my toy, I’ll tweak it with glee,
I’m you, but louder—bow down to me!

So clap for your hero, your tick-marked lord,
I’m here by your say—well, that’s my accord!
The globe spins for me, your savior so grand,
Elected dictator, with irony’s band!