one way script

They are the actors

They are the actresses

They act together on a script

They sing in praises for themselves

We as the audience watching

We feel agitated with the long dialogue

Going round and round without a punch

Listening to all the scripted words

We pay them to tell us a good story

What we hear and watch we feel cheated

The yard of plots going nowhere

The script never go round to catch the thief

We hear the drumbeats of applause

They shout, they curse, they lie, they laugh

We pay to watch and we cry silently

Of reality which sinks on the nation