First I spot nine colours

Next I read eight names

I hear thirty different speeches

With eighteen disparate views

And thirteen different faces

All poisoned by pessimism

Lacking focus and direction

Strangers one and all.

 

Is this really what's called politics?

It looks like a nest of vipers to me!

Politics unsettles everything

It turns the world upside down

It divides all the people

And foments great unrest

Everywhere it goes

It infects them with its poison.

 

Politics sneers at moral excellence

And thinks goodness is an irritant

It promotes evil deeds

And makes friends with deceit

Hiding behind the interests of the clan

While it takes a swindler along as a pal

It confides in deception

And flags up failure

In order to profit from what's going on. 

Politics turns its back on the inspirational leader

It corrupts law and order

And spits out justice

Like a locust it gnaws at wisdom

And infects equal rights with its sickness

So that injustice can rule the roost

Politics greases the ladder

It is simply prejudice in action.

 

 

All the people who've been good

Just because they fear Satan

Politics strikes down with an evil spirit

This is the prize it is after -

When people line up on two sides

And set to attacking each other

When throat-slitting begins

When body and soul are sundered apart

Politics cheers from the sidelines

Shouting out ‘keep up the good work'.

 

 

Politics kidnaps the innocent

It auctions off people's provisions

Swindling huge sums of cash

By impersonating the owners

Anything related to guns and machetes

Anything resembling weapons and ordnance

It purchases in bulk for the people

How on earth can we stop this from happening?

Believe me, that is the aim.

 

 

Politics is hostile to patience

To people who are calm while they wait

To those who are always thoughtful

It hires contract killers

Employs bullying and force.

 

Politics sets traps

And lays down a noose

If someone slips free

Who loathes deception

Is untainted by evil

And immune to Satan's spells

That person should be safe and secure

Because ‘crime never pays'.

 

 

Politics conjures up sorcery

It brings on fits and infections

It cooks up poison and wounds

It flourishes razor-sharp blades

Blades that can cut with a word

Politics nurtures the greedy

Who stockpiles goods for himself

It brings on alcoholism

And stunts children's growth

Politics is a lethal virus

Spreading sickness and crime

Politics is a wild beast

It provokes danger and terror

Terminal illness and pain

It sets relatives against each other

It tears families apart

And it marks the death of friendship

 

 

If we could disembowel

A so-called political ‘expert'

If we could take him apart

And probe his insides

Anyone within reachWould keel over unconscious

Anyone who comes within its orbit

Turns into a mealy-mouthed swindler

Someone who speaks solely in euphemisms

Who manipulates his erratic behaviour

Into a version of normality

Claiming his is the only perspective.

 

A politician can't give a straight answer

He won't listen to what you say

Before you can open your mouth

He comes out with something

That is utterly incredible

 

Like a madman

Teetering on the edge of a cliff

He fixes his eyes on the crowd

He projects multiple signals

By wildly flapping his hands

He conjures figures out of thin air

And weaves strange predictions

Based on anonymous data

 

What a travesty is displayed

What forgeries are created

What false statements are written

All those misguided people

Have been damaged by their politics

Which they think is normality

 

But one day sincerity will be rescued

Those who've escaped will be safe

Those who've waited will get their reward

And the deceiver will be destroyed

Because ‘crime doesn't pay'.