Cent percent
Of the demagogues
Seem scented serpentines;
They can make a fuss
Anytime, anywhere,
Kiss the powerful hands
At the right time
Or even hiss at the foes.
Above the law
They are ever at large
Used to stinging to death
The poor, innocent public
And pretend to mourn
Over the losses
Of poor lives and dignity
Of the Houses
In and around
The sepulcher of democracy
Safely preserved
In our country's Parliament!
