You are able to kiss the stars
From your sky-touching mansion
You earned money in all means
You are so rich and able
Kubera is jealous of your progress
You feel pride for the stature.
You are able to win the election
It is a sweep, unrivalled victory
You cast notes to capture votes
You let the voters drink to the brink
The voters dance in intoxication
Until the indelible ink dries.
You win a berth in the cabinet
For your hat-trick, trickery
As the dear and dear, the right hand
To the high command
All hear your name in other states
You see mansions made of gold bricks.
Your powers excelling others
Man strength, money, all towers
Super man's super-powers
For your vested interests as wholes
For your selfish goals
You feel pride for the trifles.
You are primarily a citizen,
The citizen made leader
To turn this earthly hell earthly heaven
With peace and nonviolence
Equality, liberty, and fraternity
Then our nation feels pride.
Published
Creation and Criticism
Joint Issue 20 & 21 Jan-Apr 2021 Vol. 6
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