Image via WikipediaOthers don’t ever see it like that
Some say is another way
To share from the part
Of the national cake
National cake my foot
You called that national cake
Embezzling tax payer’s money
And you called it a national cake
The game politics
They enslave other people’s children
Just to carry out their evil crisis
At the poll and every well
While their own wards
Are away somewhere in another man’s land
So dirty and unimaginable
One can thought of ah
Is it not glittering all over?
That it cannot be hidden
You see them displaying their banners
Seeking for an innocent citizen
Because of poverty in the land
They take absolute advantage of that
Given money out in form of bribery
To silicate for vote in exchange for cash, food stuff and others
They kill to secure office
They bribe to get on the winning side
They sacrifice life for power and position
They do all such of manner of things
That’s the game of politics
Always wants second term
To come back to get the money
They’ve spent in the first term
Forgetting what they say
When they came in
“Anyone who runs for second term
Is like a child who don’t know the message he was sent”
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