DUMSORLOGY

They sit high with calm on a heap

While you, you and you sit sad in the slum and weep

You fight to make the line - you vote

You work to break your spine - you devote

 

They sit unperturbed as issues splatter

You stand, wishing all menaces curbed and your problems scamper

Future in qualms

Still struggling, begging for alms

 

They sit canny and watch

While granny searches nooks and cranny for a torch

We shall walk, placards would speak

They mock, but our rightful places we humbly seek