Politicians Need Oversight. (Dedicated to Robert Greene.)

 

 

In halls of power where voices ring,
Decisions made, where hopes do cling,
Yet shadowed hearts oft go astray,
When ethics' light dims and fades away.

For politicians, in noble guise,
Can lose their way, forget the prize,
Of service true and public trust,
When ambition's call turns hearts to dust.

Without a watchful eye to guard,
The line 'tween right and wrong grows hard,
For power can taint the purest soul,
And make one's noble goals unwhole.

An oversight, strong and clear,
Might keep them straight, dispel the fear,
That they, unchecked, might bend the law,
And towards their own desires draw.

For in the watchful gaze of few,
The many find a path that's true,
A safeguard 'gainst the darker side,
Where unchecked power and ego reside.

Oh, let not trust be so naive,
That we let slip what we believe,
Ensure a panel, firm and just,
Keeps politicians bound to trust.

In them we place our hopes and dreams,
Yet oversight ensures it seems,
That ethics’ call, both loud and grand,
Will guide each choice and every hand.