There you go again,
Claiming to represent me
Because my fingers are
Marked with indelible ink
Vowing allegiance to you
And your unscrupulous colleagues
For the next five years

Which may just be an incubation
Period for the opposition
Party that will claim its
Right to rule next.

Dressed in pristine white
Hearts filled with
The blackest of thought

What gives you criminals
The right to roam free
After every year of looting us?