Sol-RojoA Poem by Oku cobhamThe ill-treatment showered by elected leaders on the electorates, after being elected to office. My pains I've shared.
Sol-rojo
Their manifestos are all lies. Democracy is; Our rights for avarice, The emoluments for expressing our franchise, As knaves and hags, Character soiled like rags, Speeches and promises our meal, Execution of projects their deal. Politicians: The Best authors of, tributes and condolences, Chums with; Languor and indolence, Fraud and embezzlement, Chiefs of enjoyment, That treats Public funds as; Sacred as their spouse, Dainty as mutton, And our future pared to other nations, The care less about our pains Our supposed helpers; The sol-rojo's behind our tears. © 2019 Oku cobhamAuthor's Note
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