Are They Reliable... Poem by Dutmachine De Mabior

Once after every five years
We get confuse who is who to believe
Every day begins with a lie and ends with stupid commends on the than driver
And all strive to emancipate us
When the day comes we do our best
No one blames the other
You heard for yourself during the public talk
After the most anticipated day
We become of no worthy
No wonder it's a place to eat than to serve
But don't blame them much because
We like to prosper on lies
We are vulnerable to cheating.