Populism, you are a book
they are reading in every language.
From a library of ideology,
you fly from the shelves like wildfire,
your flow of invective
twisted in the minds of politicians.
They know. They manipulate.
Assume we are illiterate.
As manifestos fall into hands,
power falls to those most willing to recite.
The narrative demands we sleepwalk
through the book. Even read
with eyes closed. But we are smarter.
For prophecy is not dead.
If we take a heated Earth.
If fevered, somewhere, a genius wrote
an ideology to supersede you,
a desperate public would not pick up
Populism from a burning shelf,
when despair rains and ice caps melt.