ours is a country
here elections are a fever
politics is a profession
seized by money and muscle
power to rule
is professed by votes
working overtimes
and polishing the brains
our leaders bring out
traps of promise
for grabbing the votes
not made to fulfill
promises are made
anything under the sky
wherever they lie
show our leaders
in their palms
offering all impractical
thrive the leaders
robbing the votes
not once many a times
bitten are the people
shy we never felt
to shoo away
the political thieves
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Politicians, it seems, are the same the whole world over. Career motivated con men. Thanks for this message Somanathan.