Clad in white from top to bottom,
These bright smiling faces are the symbol of our politics,
They determine the destiny of our country,
They are worried over the country's progress
As well as their commission
they get in the work budget,
They are busy in siphoning off people's money.
Their exterior is very bright
but the interior is very dark,
They are eating away the country
As the white ant
eats away the wood.
They are hounds in the guise of
goat,
Who eats away its own little ones.
Their palatial residence,
Their fleet of luxury cars,
Are evident
Of their illegitimate earnings,
They can put even their country at stake
To serve their petty interest.
They make people fight
In the name of religion and region,
But all is not alike,
There are few among them who are really
Concerned for the future of the country,
The country is progressing by means of such leaders,
They have love and care for the country,
They are always ready to make sacrifice for the mother land,
But their number is so low that we could count them on fingers.
how true! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! its a common curse now........ u wanna snide anyone call him a politician.......even my kids identify them so.......so sad.
Politicians the world over are crooks, and in America we have some of the biggest. The world was better off when they were statesmen. A ten my friend.
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Some care? I can't think of any names...Its an international business named democracy, the old politicians are stashing money away in the Swiss banks and the young go around showing off their sympathy in the villages, that's it, they are politicians of a 'democratic' India. And we the countrymen are the cribbers, that's it. That is India. Sorry I can't get angrier at politicians.