The Corrupts

A great procession People holding placards High above their heads Shouting, ‘Long live our leader.' ‘Zindabad'' With tattered clothes and bony frames The leader with garlands Around his neck waving at The public, standing both sides Of the road- spruced up For the occasion One more show Heaps of promises Sweet talks and songs and Speeches to make the motherland great To wipe out hunger and poverty You give me votes I will give you jobs Food is served You can eat as much as you like Till you feel like vomiting Festoons flutter in the wind Like deceived souls Basking in the false glory of A treacherous sun