Frailty Thy Name Is Democracy?

The wayside hut was demolished for widening the road Leading the minister's corruption-avenues to widen broad The lone old woman lost her shelter and took asylum In the 9th ward Compensation for acquisition was tangled up in red tape All assurances of the minister for rehabilitation turned void His election manifesto hidden in oblivion never found manifestation! Greedy fox, he is secretly searching for a bucketful of blue dye To dip his children and make them fit for reigning after their father Ruthless manipulator! He is toiling hard to establish a dynasty of his own It's funny the voting castes not realising their folly keep on giving mandate. Though busy at draining the public coffers into his Swiss account He visited the dying old woman for popularity, in pomp and show Her paralysed palms moved all on a sudden and put together to revere TheGod of death advancing on his buffalo-ride ahead the minister's fleet Invisibly by any in the crowd but to the dark light of her closed eyes She breathed her last and surrendered to him who went away with her soul "Wonderful", The mistaken mob bestowed on the minister a mystic image Who left away shamelessly with the feather stuck to his cap without any regret