Mr. Politician

takes all about the bad and corrupt leaders who lure their citizens to vote for them while the relationship is on a mutual benefit

Oh! My God

That’s the second drop

Oh! My God

That’s the third drop

Drip! Drip! Drip!

The clouds are dripping

Crying, yelling,

And even bellowing.

Generating smiles on weeds features

Heavenly impressing aquatic creatures,

But I,

Producing a plaintive comment,

On deaf ears land my lament.

 

There you are Mr. Politician,

Standing ironically like a physician,

Wearing a grotesque face fat,

You paunch penetrating via your expensive shirt,

In your unstained inconspicuous suit,

A golden shoe on your foot,

To the national flag you salute,

Then to the parliament you loot.

 

I remember that day,

The very same day,

You coaxed us with your words hey,

Your sweet extra ordinary deeds away,

Asking for favor,

Without knowing it was leisure,

Being pushed by your pleasure,

Oh my God! I’m having pressure.

 

Change! Change! Change!

You claimed

My vote you claimed,

Claiming your game is untamed,

Leading the unclaimed,

But why?

Up to now we still cry

Too shy to say hi,

Betraying your people,

As if playing game gamble,

Then you fumble,

How we wished you would humble.

 

 

They said choices have consequences,

Overturning analog times to digital presences,

Constructing splendid buildings,

Heaven-like pathways,

Flourishing education with books as always,

The only paramount items,

Long awaited by our sibling,

We wonder,

Were they laptops or lollipops?

 

Mr. Politician, we are suffering,

In our hearts, pain is piercing,

Promises which are unfulfilled,

Feeling betrayed and dumped,

Do you think we are satisfied?

Do you think we are mollified?

I see, we are patients,

For we were patient,

Putting you in parliament,

To help us patients.

 

Patience pays,

A murder case it kills,

Your speech full of wills,

No salaries,

No schools,

No food, no houses,

No-No-No

No more lies from you.

Did you, even recognize the efforts we had to vote for you?

The wrath we faced for taking your one-kilogram packet of rice?

Your fifty-shilling-note price?

Mr. Politician,

You either a rat or mice.

 

We are hoping for the best,

But expecting the worst,

Mr. Money-maker spindrift,

With a voluminous bank account,

Just do something,

Something should be done by you,

For Almighty God is watching you,

You burdens will be carried by you,

We shall meet in due,

In the ballot paper is you,

Your chances were few,

See you.

      *GRATITUDE*

Reviews

[katja]

there's a lovely use of alliteration & word play here with patients, patient & patience etc.
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really enjoyed the read, thank you for sharing

~yekaterina

[Moka George Mike]

thank you so much...i appreciate