The Corrupts Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

A great procession
People holding placards
High above their heads
Shouting, ‘Long live our leader.'
‘Zindabad''
With tattered clothes and bony frames

The leader with garlands
Around his neck waving at
The public, standing both sides
Of the road- spruced up
For the occasion

One more show
Heaps of promises
Sweet talks and songs and
Speeches to make the motherland great
To wipe out hunger and poverty
You give me votes I will give you jobs

Food is served
You can eat as much as you like
Till you feel like vomiting
Festoons flutter in the wind
Like deceived souls
Basking in the false glory of
A treacherous sun