Fool’s Parade

The fool-called-leader wants a parade.
He sees himself as triumphant, self-made.
He wants to cloak himself in glory,
But the mirror tells another story.
He speaks in lies other fools believe,
His every false promise meant to deceive.
This preening peacock, this charlatan
Deserves no honor but bleats again
For his followers’ joy and his dissenters’ shame.
Every day renewed he plays the game.
The fool-called-leader wants a parade,
But the wise among us see through his charade.

Chani Zwibel is a graduate of Agnes Scott College, a poet, wife and dog-mom who was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, but now dwells in Marietta, Georgia. She enjoys writing poetry after nature walks and daydreaming. Read other articles by Chani.