Elections, Let The Bull Fights Continue!

S Sandra Feldman Sandra Feldman
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The deadly disorder Of Political Hate Does not abate, But disgustingly Increases Day by day, Like bitter enemies, In Gladiator rounds They hate, fight each other Like beasts, making but Furious sounds, In constant war for Power! Thru a long tunnel That can only take us And the Country, Down Down, Down! But it does not matter "Equality" so they say, Is what counts, For themselves, mind you But for no one else! So, not as generous As they make it sound. And the People, Yes, the People Remember them? Where do they stand? At the end of the line Naturally, It's always been that way, No Surprise! Manipulated, lied to, Stepped upon, fooled By Political sharks, Just hungry for their VOTES! And for POWER, While Democracy lies Shattered, By one more failure And disaster, In History's muddy Moats...

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