Everyone is looking for the chair.
May it be at the cost of our hair.
Always looking for column spaces.
Trying to create a name in so many faces.
Howling, debating for justice,
I’m afraid is not their usual practice.
The people who were right went.
They could not create a big dent.
Policies and big plan.
Are made for their clan.
All that is worked on paper,
Becomes just a wrapper.
People are shifted,
Out go the gifted.
People walk,
Creating big talk.
What was the outcome?
Good only for days some.
Shouting the vows,
Till we bow.
They sure do live in style,
For most of the while.
They hold big talk.
Get the problem to the dock.
But the result is block.
Talking world wide of peace.
Massacre here is the fees.
Guns on the loose,
Those people having booze.
The menacing drugs,
Loaded in trucks under their nose.
When we see them,
Town seems a gem.
What is their work?
Just roaming in a merc.
We the troubled masses.
By our very own top brasses.
They do understand our feelings.
Seldom consider them in dealings.
They claim all’s well.
We know it it’s just to tell.
What do we expect?
Happily all this we accept.
