The last resort of a scoundrel is politics say in the past;
Now jobless less privileged ones seek politics to solve all;
At least they get liquor, food and money in party functions
That take place often here and there and their days go on so!
Jobless educated youngsters are hunting for some jobs ever;
Politicians talking and talking sans doing nothing but only
Making promises that people forget in the longtime before
They come to power and so youths time is wasted for nothing!
The result is great cutout banners of party works, functions,
The usual programmes youngsters engage themselves to pull on
Their days for longtime and afterwards they turn to be big
Terrorists by joining in such outfits that bomb everywhere!
Due to lack of good politicians and nation building statesmen,
Many turn to wrong routes of grave concern to end world life!
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