Delivering what we said we wanted,
wrapped in dirt and mud
The politician slashed and burned,
and each time drawing blood
He tapped into our memory,
with fear and recompense
Reminding what the past was like,
with promises incensed
He sang old songs, romanced the strong,
the weak then cast away
The jungle's laws put back in place
—our hopes and wishes preyed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eish..as we say here. Politicians are bad nooze man. Great poem.