His big grin always in your sight
His sweet words luring your mind
Gifts he provides will draw you to his side
Full of promises he will blindly provide
In this way he will become your man
For him you will vote as the election runs
In this way he will become elected
Either as a statesman or as a boss overhead
From that moment onwards the turning point begins
You will see less and less of his seducing grin
Sweet words metamorphosed into harsh commanding sound
Promises made before were no longer reckoned
In this arrogant manner he will stay
Until the next election is on the way
Promises, grins and gifts created again
So that he will be chosen on the coming run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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