The wizard of Politics
Is the lure
Of the tongue
Is the bag
Of empty Promises
Is the sight
Of a mirage
Is a ship
For the greedy
Sailing of the sea
Of the poor
Is the only bet sure
To the eradication
Of Poverty.
The arena for the
Pot bellied
For the aged and
Dyed air: experience
So they call it.
Politics, no nooooo
Poly Tricks.
That is what
I will call it
I think i know this wizard It has created many a harzard Now they are all prowing on us Calling us names that they hate to pronounce . Good use of short sentences The mood you have created is aweomely captured in your use of images. Thanks for sharing.
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A brave and insightful utterances set aside for honest reflection. Thanks for sharing, Bieze.