The Beggars

Cold eyes gaze upon opportunity Like Red Kites they circle their Prey Waiting to pounce with keen alacrity They have gained your trust And you have responded with misplaced Loyalty You have given what they want They beg with soft words but hard hearts Always bending truth like soft metal Their open mouths begging trust They are worse than outcasts because They are always get what they want There is no getting away from their trade They have no conscience They have no pride Even worse they have no common sense They will take what you have and their Secret hoard they stash away From public gaze Always wanting more they have no pity And they will always be with us Every four years we vote them in office With misplaced faith