Before the election
Like a poor beggar you
Come to us with your
Folded hands, sweet words
Magical tricks and alluring
promises. You swear to bring
heaven to earth FOR US
After the election you
Will build a temple for
Yourself and become
A god of fraud in the sanctum
and bless only the rich, mighty
and the powerful as they offer
you lucrative offerings and
bribe the priest with luring
gifts and gold coins
The poor and the oppressed
Have to wait outside
the corridors of the temple
in an unending queue
lamenting their fate and
your broken promises
WE know you are a
selfish god of fraud
of only the rich and the mighty
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 5:20 PM UTC
Before the election
Like a poor beggar you
Come to us with your
Folded hands, sweet words
Magical tricks and alluring
promises. You swear to bring
heaven to earth FOR US
After the election you
Will build a temple for
Yourself and become
A god of fraud in the sanctum
and bless only the rich, mighty
and the powerful as they offer
you lucrative offerings and
bribe the priest with luring
gifts and gold coins
The poor and the oppressed
Have to wait outside
the corridors of the temple
in an unending queue
lamenting their fate and
your broken promises
WE know you are a
selfish god of fraud
of only the rich and the mighty
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