I ran for parties, <br />I rushed for trials. <br />I mingled with the rich, <br />I crowded with the weighty. <br /> <br />The beggar irritates me, <br />The poor do I avoid. <br />While wisdom of life awaits me, <br />I told her she was void. <br /> <br />I took the front seat in theatres, <br />I shook the hands of scoundrels. <br />I drove cars bought of deceit, <br />Taken from the lacking by "YOUR HONOUR". <br /> <br />I pretended to ease the beggars of their pain, <br />By signing vain documents with my expensive pen. <br />But when the loud hailers of elections were unleashed, <br />I hugged the beggars, kissed the poor, <br />And fought with the rich I had once sought. <br /> <br />The hungry children with torn clothes, <br />I carried and posed with. <br />But when the horn of victory sounded, <br />I dropped the infant and ridiculed with laughter. <br /> <br />Oh you elected monsters, <br />When will the people learn that you are ruthless tricksters! <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Christian Eliab Ratnam 2012 <br />ALL RIGHTS RESERVED<br /><br />Christian Eliab Ratnam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elected-monsters/
