Robbie’s View

The Man in the long leather coat watches

He stands at the edge of town and stares

Each day he is there high on the hilltop

Each night at dusk he disappears

Some say he comes with a smell of evil

Some say he is a grim reaper of  the soul

They fear him as they fear the unknown

Fear his shadow and what may be his goal

The Man in the long black coat is silent

Yet his silence speaks like thunders roar

Old shiver with fright, young leave on a light

Mother’s fret, father’s lock their door

The man in the coat comes out of hiding

A smile disguises his evil content of greed

Signs posted everywhere, babies cheeks kissed

Vote for me for president, trust me indeed, indeed.