The Politicians

Two figures stand tall on podiums facing the masses

Large gleaming teeth inlay waxy upward pointed lips

Piercing set eyes painted over with a soft warm gaze

Skin tight with drawn wrinkles just barely masking the telling weathered marks of appropriate age

Both bodies fully costumed in trim business camouflage, differenced only in color of tie snuggled tightly against guarded jugular

Hard plastered mouths scarcely budge as slander is hissed violently through polished and filed away fangs

An outside arm is outstretched towards the people in a welcoming gesture, a poor fane of open hug found waiting in a trusted loved one

An inside arm is rested behind each back

One hand is open, palm pointed out towards the people

One hand is closed, grasping the handle of a sharp metal dagger thirsting for blood