The
political life
It
will never be roses all the times
There
will be thorns in subtle ways
It
makes a politician thick skin to survive
The
political life
It
isn't for the weak heart
It
needs a brutal way
The
softies may not survive
The
drive of politicians
They
serve themselves first
They
aren't in the game to satisfy anybody
They
want to pack in their goodies
Many
may drop out
Some
may disappear completely
We
don't hear their names anymore
Until
they have died or meet an accident
The
political life
Many
have short lives to stay in office
In
the next election many will be forgotten
They
will not be mentioned again
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