Politics is a cluster of slogans
Pinching society’s all organs
The issues are just countless
Blaming others being careless
Sometimes of a child education
Sometimes removing corruption
Sometimes women’s protection
Sometimes poverty eradication
The slogans flow in every stream
Showing bright future’s scheme
During elections all catch the ear
But after it they are nowhere near
They only seem to be clever trick
To befool through thin and thick
All leaders appear to be prophets
Pouring in voice honey droplets
For God’s sake stop tricking on us
We are fed up of shows pompous
We want no more slogans at all
We want a nation builder’s call
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