People On 'power' Poem by MBJ Pancras

We are of the people, by the people and for the people,
Yes, we eat people's money, making them beg,
We're sheltered under the restroom's roof of the corporate:
Our mustache is groomed; beard trimmed
Locks of our hair varnished, eye-brows raised,
We walk on red carpets stained with the ignorant blood,
We run down the wheels, we fly over air.
We throw manifestos to buy people:
That we raise Pacific Ocean in the air,
That we replace the sun with silicon bulbs,
That we turn stones to apples,
That we fill the pockets of the people with money.
We buy doctors and their treatments free of cost,
We wear golden attires and make people wear rags,
We live in golden closet chambers,
And we watch the fools stroll in quagmire,
We build ‘monuments' with nickel and royal plaster,
But we let the fools go as stray dogs,
We kill people, who discover our secrets,
We never visit the poor,
But we saunter with the covetous capitalists,
We drink honey, but we let poor starve,
We shout slogans for people, but squeeze them till their death,
We mesmerize the people with superstitious dogmas.
All shall know we are the gateway to prosperity,
But we never permit the poor into the gateway,
For we are of the people, by the people and for the people.