Guess who?

He who speaks with forked tongue
Splits words and ideas from reality.
His prongs look golden and smooth
To those who hear the Prevaricator speak.

Forked tongue like a tuning fork
Vibrates to a momentary, hopeful
Song of change, regardless of hidden
Ramifications of wealth re-distribution.

Love in the airways works its alchemy
On receivers of his divisive message
Wherein the Devil inhabits the details.
Beware the bearer of appealing lies.