Born of a Crooked Seed

Born of crookedness and immense greed,
The world-class politician is a lying breed.
Not nurtured on honey or life-giving mead,
He was suckled on rye and rotten barley seed.
He and the American stock broker share a creed.

The poor and the working man's vote does he need.
So he makes great claims and false promises indeed.
Like legal agreements made by lawyers who are a bad seed,
The poor and working class, the fine print cannot read.
And into the unknown the poor do they truly lead.

To the Public they say, we'll house the homeless and the poor we will feed.
Let us politicians be your guide and you we will lead.
We promise from the shackles of poverty you will be freed.
A life of freedom and joy will you lead,
And the riches of the Earth will be yours, indeed.

But, just like lobbyists, the coffers of tax money do they bleed.
They suck the blood of the poor without a straw or a reed.
They are an unsatisfied materialistic selfish breed,
They pretend they are mana from heaven, but they are more like the weed.
They are blood suckers, vampires and follow the vultures creed.

The poor, their devious minds cannot read.
On Sunday at Church, the rosary they roll without counting the bead.
They are definitely the devil and satan's breed.
They know the political machinery and its creed.
If you confront them, the system will help to pull you out like a weed.

Essay #381. Written Jun-12-2008.

© 2008 Mahomed Ally Keshavjee. All Rights Reserved.