The carrot or the stick
They beat you with both
The clowns painted smile
Hides a web of lies
The self serving survive
As pigs in their own mess
All blind, remorseless
I watch them with pity
And value them as nothing
The social politics
Games played and changed
Still there they are
Liars and traitors
Pigs with a clowns smile
Try to lure you in
Waving a carrot and a stick
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem