The gathering of machinists opened the big black box <br />And spill all the parts and limbs on the floor. <br />Slowly, they sift through them and begin to toil, <br />A head of the state, <br />Broad shoulders <br />Connected to his long arms of the law. <br /> <br />So the mechanics put him all together, <br />Strong foundation, strong feet, strong strolls, <br />A do-it-yourself army record <br />To impress people when they go to the polls. <br /> <br />The electricians wired together <br />The networks and the brain chips, <br />Filled with visioned, elaborated speeches <br />To be sparked from his plastic lips. <br /> <br />'All we need now is a name, ' said the man in charge, <br />'A name strong enough for a Sultan.' <br />'Ah, yes, from now on we shall call this one <br />Political candidate, Mr. James Dalton.'<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/society-political-candidate-mr-james-dalton/
