The Candidate....Revision #5

The Candidate

When in minds' meadows appear

life giving breezes that blow fair

and purge personal sordid affairs 
that somehow misdeeds repair

Spoken words whispered in the fading light

shine while expiring perceptions bright

cast shadows on the prophets' eclipse

that cause words bitter to flow from trembling lips

Words  absorbed on horizons' rim

by strangled hordes with hopeful whims

painted in dangerous pictures

 that shine as bright economic structures

The prophet vaguely speaks his mind

 spreading hope on seas unkind

with visions and dignity never revealed

accompanied by freedom bells that loudly peal

His reality is wrapped in a shroud

covering the path of truth in a cloud

of National purpose and future

that hang in the balance of rhetorical torture