The Dengue and the Swine-flu are scared
to scare the rulers who live in clean
banned areas for the mosquitoes.
Surfeiting with corrupt practices
they care not for the courts or top cops.
They bribe the voters and win more seats
of assembly and parliament polls.
They shock the weak central government
and avert the raids of the sleuths
for the hoard of robbed money and gold.
But the voters caught in the flu-holocaust
breathe last in hundreds in dirty dwellings.
The voters-count dwindle fast everywhere
but the politicians know the knack
of swindling the dead out of their votes.
Before the blight gives a fatal strike
take some urgent steps to wipe it off
or else you'll lose seats in Parliament
as the constituencies go empty.
Sophocles said in the remote past:
"Rule not the empty State without men".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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