Who am I?

Leader of the circus

With a smile like an attacking cobra

He stands as he crowns the new queen

Flashing a smile of poison and terror

To the crowned tricksters

He moves carefully, sustained

Raising the hands of the future spiritual martyrs year after year

The jabbering ghost

Spreading his blanket of cold

Up and down

Across the borders of the districts

Causing cold corpses

As his fake face of happiness fills the foggy air

The leader of the circus

The baker of terror

Has conflicting emotions

As the hatred of the past 74 years fills the air

As he crowns 2 now

The king and queen

Applauding with the screeching spectators