Rejected political parties are vigorously
Vying with each other to get the favour
From the people to take power to rule
As they like once again believing people
Surely would have forgotten their flaws!
These parties can be seen around the scene
Only when the election comes to take place
And there after people have to search for
Them not having any idea where they all
Have gone and what they will do next or
Simply disappear till next election comes!
This is the nature of political parties breeding
Like pig babies in large numbers everyday
Grazing on the wastes of gutter all the day!
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