His pet is a leech well-being,
Lives in his hidden pocket
And it goes to Parliament with him.
It listens to the country’s laws.
This parasitic living is a great help to the Minister
As the parasite purifies his blood
And he dreams of a welfare state.
You definately have no rapport with politicians. Very interesting write, Nimal. Kindest regards, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
nice imagery here brother...well i know politicians carry all sorts of insects in their pockets...nice creative