When fools in high places make smart decisions,

Shaming those in the know,

Then clouds shed their toxic load,

And don a nationalist glow.

 

Not all fools are one and the same—

Some are fools indeed;

Others are touched by divine mystique,

And do not any sanity need.

 

The people must with trust elect

The latter kind of fool

To lead them through rain and shine

From a gut-level knowledge pool.

 

Governments are thus bypassed,

And experts made redundant;

Moneys saved from a fool’s say-so

Can go to the party fund.

 

Enlightened fools best supercede

Enlightened democracies;

Once voted in to lead the realm,

Leave them to rule with kingly ease.

 

Of course if some day their radar goes

Haywire among the clouds,

Prepare for a conflagration such

That no democracy may douse.

 

Until a newer fool appears

To  wave his prophetic arm,

And quells dissenting sanities

Back into a presto charm.

 

The best kinds of military men are those

Who the divine fool obey

With implicit faith in the unreason

Of his mesmerizing sway.

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