They are like crocodiles--
surreptitiously waiting beneath
the ballot boxes,
cold and never full.
There is no finish line
for their hunger for
power,
fame,
applause, and
boundless wealth.
And we, the people,
the taxpayers, are the prey.
Copyright 2026, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
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