The politicians
Don't try to believe them
They can change tune
Every time in their lives
They can promise many
They know they will not make it through
With words they want to sell
Like the insurance agents
They promise you gold
In their straight faces they are bold
The politicians will retire and grow old
Yet the promises may not get hold
But then the voters are fools
We have no guts but follow
When things turn bad we complain
Who will listen but echo of our own?
No comments:
Post a Comment