The Leader on his Balcony

The leader is there on his balcony, waving and saluting,
And a ten thousand are gathered below as a mass, shouting up their grievances
to the far dot,
unavailingly;
The leader acts as if it is great applause,
more waving and saluting,
the most you’ll ever get is if he cups a hand to an ear,
and tells the only verity he does ever:
—Can’t hear, sorry, too far away.

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