politics is a sham


Our leaders, the bleeders

Parasitic leeches that reach

Into the core of our being

And drain us of feeling

 

Emotion the lotion

That washes our notion

Of serenity, of purity

That once was stored in the Vestery

 

They test me

With questions and vexations

The nations

Downtrodden soul groans

 

Yet they bloat, fat and swollen

As we decline, broken

By too much betrayal, our apathy

The final nail. 

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