as i tread on this path;
the ungodly stared hard
their eyes wild with fury
they sat up high on the mountain
what is their worry?
oh, perhaps they intend to maintain
maintain what?
aha! you ask too much, sorry
power i mean
oh i see; so they are mean
who doesn't know
politicians and "politricks"
they snake to power with tricks
like bats in the night
they drain our pockets to poor heights
following the dirty paths of their masters
those they accused of cheating
is it not the same sin they are committing?
they even do it more with pins
shhhhhhh--quiet. we'll be heard
we are dead, but we will live
they left us in tattered penury
we will roast in peace under our own
blood. now scavengers, senseless, selfish
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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