I don't like to write poetry any more
As politics has taken over my lot
From parrots that sit and
Open their loud beaks, to profess nonsense
And be judged as guilty for being guilty
Only to have the pressure mount
On the sitting order to take a stand
Being forced to stick his hands in a blender
Oh what a blunder
When chiefs and ministers add their voice
How would the first Gentleman be seen now
Caught between a hard place and a rock
Betrayed by he's own that sits with him
Expected to stand in solidarity than to plunder
I don't like to write poetry any more
As politics has taken over my lot
What is to become of the order
When self interest and influence is to trump all
And trump mentality is becoming the norm
Loudish and flamboyant with empty shells
It's an election year, plugged off is the truth
The masquerading of false promises is in play
And the promise seekers are out
Like harvest seasons, willing to be false fed
By miracles of wonder
Man made manna from the heavens
The politicians and the priest
Are all in suit, it is hard to tell the difference
I don't like to write poetry any more
As politics has taken over my lot
Oh my lot
As politics like virus has taken over my lot
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