The Human Condition - Part II

The human race 
Is far from grace;
Minds clouded by unreason.

The sly rogue's con
Is always on,
In this or any season.

He knows the way
To get our pay,
He'll give us a good fleecing.

The politician's
On a mission,
To question him is treason.

So it's bombs away,
We get no say,
The wars rage without ceasing. 

I've split this in two. It seemed to be naturally in two parts.

Part 1:

The Human Condition