Dancing Chefs Poem by Nawa Raj Subba

On Democratic music
They don't run the country
Their confidence in buying the votes
They have not adopted the rules, either
Neither did they make roads available
They became no-servant dictator
Feet rest here but eyes crave abroad
Who is knocking them over for false democracy?
Here, they dance without clothes
Helpless people carry on
Watching the match on behalf of the
Elections and corporate business
In devaluation, principles, and morality
Equality is being scrapped
Still, they're dancing
Since the music is democratic.