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