Politician
Power of speechMislead weak mind.
No judgment
No argument
They think and find
Without music and song
They start to dance.
Paint each other face
With bloods tears and doom.
Politician with sweet dream
Poor children at night scream.
Huts have no lights
No bread
No clothes
Still hopes,
New leaders
Old hierarchy
In poor people eyes
Fantasy born and dies
Never end.
Poor people tale
Politician crook tail
Poor always fights for
Huts
Breads
And
Clothe.
Politician is vampire.
And like mosquito.
Suck humans blood
Rind skins
And make shoes.
Poetry by Tsewang Dorjee9
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Written on 2007-02-18 at 12:42
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