Mr. Politician
You got no soul, you got no religion,
What favors you?
Determines your decision
Mr. Good you propose to be,
Before the election,
Mr. Selfish you become,
After your selection
Mr. Politician
What happens to people, for you it makes no difference,
Thing most important to you,
Is political turbulence
How good is your politics?
Where do you stand?
Will you hold your chair?
Or will eat some sand?
Mr. Politician
You got no soul, you got no religion,
What favors you?
Determines your decision
You make deals, you make alliances,
To safeguard your chair,
You hold rallies, conferences,
With some flair
Mr. Right you pretend to be,
When signing a pact,
Mr. Rich you become,
With your interest intact
You make people believe in you,
With all the promises you do.
But very little they knew,
Honest are very few.
Mr. Politician
You got no soul, you got no religion,
What favors you?
Determines your decision
One great man said, 'Politics is the last refuge of a scoundrel.' You have rightly confirmed it in your poem.
'Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it whether it exists or not, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedy.' Ernest Benn's brilliant diagnosis sums up the essence of your wonderful poem - a very apt choice of subject in our troubled times! S ;)
Hi Fahim..this is a good poem to reflect the nature of politicians. Though not all are like that. How about writing another poem about human in general, with the same connotation as in this poem? I bet you can do that. You are doing great, buddy. God Bless.
Very rightly portrayed.Thanks.Read my poem 'Politics' too.
nice while reading this i thought some raper wrote it and would sing it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know we should not generalise but so many come to mind reading this - I wonder if there is a particular one you are thinking of? It is of no matter - it's just so true of most. I do not envy that job though.