Gave them a term and a right to lead

But they too the chance and decided to rule

With a fist of iron and brass shoes

They steal even from empty pots

Then they feed the hungry with spiced vomit

Their words can tame a tiger

And their decoys appeal more than reality

They flash paper on us during campaigns

The sight of paper blind us

The very sight of it numbs our brains

And back to office we return them

 

Days later, we cry and complain

We blame other tribes, we kill and steal

We seek justice, the same we trashed

Time passes, debts make skyscrapers

When campaigns come next, we shall again

Without effort forget. We shall go blind

And we shall elect them again.

We have made it the circle of life