Tattered tarpaulins dangle everywhere
Torn-out flyers are littered, shalt I care
Ubiquity of posters is seemingly nasty;
That's definitely the thought of me
Radio advertisements get blatant
All I hear now sounds like the rerun
TV broadcastings are merely poignant
When would these issues be all gone?
'Twas then, poor folks were being ignored
Look! Corrupt villains need their votes once more
Tryin' hard to get sympathy from majority
Doing some kind of bribery is silly
To ensure the gold from heavens
Cheaters pay gunners to kill who threatens
They aren't the actual killers
But what do thou call 'em?
Political astuteness of me ain't enough
For my sight sees full of mystery
Wanna peek from here to reality
Yearning for truth: shooing the bluff!
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