Sonnet: Politics Personified

Fie politics, go wear a whiter shroud! Your clothes are stained by blood of many men; No nation seems to be of you quite proud; Your tongue has lied and falsely signed your pen. Your hands have been receiving bribes for long; There is not much reprieve for common man; All empty promises have been your song; When will your services become yeoman? O politics! Refurbish your makeup! Be transparent, honest and just in life; With friend corruption, always you go sup; Money when earned by fraudulence brings strife. Fie politics! Recount your past blunders; Before the wrath of God on you thunders.