Andytics mufc

A Wind Of General Elections - Poem by Andytics mufc

As the smell of elections pays a visit to our nostrils
Politicians glue to their tools and drawing boards
Working on new tactics
That would melt our hearts into votes

They temporary divorce their familiar tantrums
And turn super-angelic
Towards our disregarded
poverty striken souls
Their lips give birth to
verbose speeches
That brushes off dust of
misery from our skins
And paints a rainbow to our blue world

Keep your senses on guide
They masquerade as saints
Yet their hearts are dyed with
Close your palms upon their
short lived hand-outs
They don't care about us
But rather our votes

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 28, 2014

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