Have you seen me slouch on the pavements,
With donated imported blanket?
loyal Companion dogs not covered,
I am flawlessly groomed and shunned.
I never exposed my face and feet,
The emptied alms bowl is kept empty,
Could you hear the feeble voice,
Comes through the gaps for a pounding click.
And trading the mercy for you,
Holding the melting chocolate hearts,
Smelling the wilting bouquet of thoughts,
Clasping the ticket to the entrance,
Where the happiness ends in despair.
Look at me, Ladies and Gentlemen,
I bend my backbone to the floor,
For you to donate me a favor in November,
Then I rise up to show you, my face,
I am a beggar of convenient desire and votes.
A wonderful title and a wonderful poem. An excellent write which alludes to every politician.Thanks and regards.
I bend my backbone to the floor, For you to donate me a favor in November, well perceived
this poem is dedicated to our politicians who are begging for votes at first, once they are elected, they show their true color, so we can't stop begging them for the next few years, until the next election! why do we have this cyclic effect?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely amazing! No wonder people are turning off with politician.