Politics Poem

A canker
Who cankers the very wood
Wherein he stays.

A climber
Who sucks
The marrow of those
Who nursed and nourished him
With pills and potions of power.

A snake
Who stings and bites
Those
Who managed milk for him.

Makes promises
Which
Never means to fulfill
Wears smiles
Which
Emerge not from the heart
Preaches precepts
Which
Flouts with impunity
Propounds principles
Which
Violates with a vengeance.

Swears by poverty
But shuns the poor
Castigates riches
But sheathes the rich
Declares war on corruption
But shields the corrupt
Loudly advises frugality
But rolls in regality.

A living and licentious example
Not
Of service-above-self
But
Service-unto-self.
Portrait Of A Politician by Vijay Vishal @FamilyFriendPoems

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