Empty promises with gasconade,
Eating the nation's papers with exultation.
Assemble to make laws,
Dissemble to violate natural rights.
Indeed, politics is worthless.
False promises and artificial truths,
Fake empathy and fraudulent sympathy.
Alleging service before the people,
Yet it is enterprise and nepotism.
Indeed, politics is worthless.
Phony characters lie unchallenged,
The real Obara with his false truths.
Crown one another with different stars,
Yet Jaguda heads white-collar cons.
Indeed, politics is worthless.
Coming in, going out,
Folks seek justice,
Falling into the deep oasis of truthful lies.
Bogus politics obsessed with power and position,
Indeed, politics is worthless.
Power stays with time,
Either leave or vanish.
Its existence is to make truthful lies.
Indeed, politics is worthless;
Power makes it worthy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the truthful poem i have ever read