Politics is an entity-
Without conscience and integrity
Both devil and divine with equality!
Once upon a time-
It was a pure selfless service
Now striking gold, silver or bronze.
For people, it's time to shed tears
Peeling toxic silence over and again
Over their differences and grievances.
Ignited, fanned and flamed by politicians-
Who eat, play and hate but love not humanity
Value not beauty of grounded natural relations.
Until, the one proves to be worthy of it-
Can't assign any one, the best political-party
The concept appears to be confused and cursed!
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2020
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem