National Catastrophe Poem by Juneil Sechico

The race is on for power riches and fame;
Mr. Politician is ready to promote his name,
Conscience for the poor when election comes;
Gone with the wind after the plans are done.

Trigger happies are havin' their feast;
Makin' a pledge to maintain the peace,
True color is hidden and kept not shown;
Leading the people to chaos dimension.

Mr. Expose amplifying his truth;
Feeding the young minds a polluted food,
Venomous tounge is capitalized;
Makin' the youth with criminal minds.

Red armies fightin' for equality;
Behind the suit pacticing animosity,
People knew the're makin a better nation;
Underground attack is democracy's destruction.

Here comes a hero but villain hearted;
Blaming the poor wise for tragedy which he've started,
Cursing the righteous and puts them into shame;
Dressed with a white robe using God's name in vain.

Many years I've been blinded;
Fed on lies of a crazy baldhead,
Now I'm awake and finally see;
My beautiful land is in a certain catastrophe.