When the Election draw nearer the handsome politicians are served free to the poor,
And the innocents believe the franchise is a golden opportunity to bring their fans to the mesmerizing stage.
Afterwards, the poor dance like puppies to the sopranos and the stronghold does the sordid Puppetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In politics, promises are sometimes made to be broken. One must be astute enough to separate facts from fiction. Good satire, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra