Devil at the podium
speaking of purity.
His wealth of words
created impoverished civilizations.
His methods of kindeness
left worlds at war.
His kiss was
laced with venom.
Slick hands make their way to pockets
filled with greed and death and time.
He points his charge,
a selection into a death sentence.
Vile, yet kind enough to mask himself,
he is the red, white and blue, but mostly red.
He filters his toxic voice
and emits heat and calmness.
Collectively, he stands alone for no reason.
Independently, he brings a world to war.