We elect our leaders
With our precious votes
They are supposed to serve us
The ordinary folk
How can they do that
If they cannot hear our cries?
If they ignore our suffering?
If they tell us lies
Electors should be bosses
To the political class
But it’s money they answer to
Whenever they are asked
How can it be democracy
When money is all that’s heard?
When our supposed representatives
Are by greed and power lured
For it to be democracy
Needs more than votes cast
It needs real accountability
It needs duty to society
Always to come first not last.
For a choice between puppets
Who greed and money serve
Makes democracy a fiction
One that is quite absurd.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem