Election has become a joke.
The joke of the funniest type.
Illiterate candidates are in fray.
They have nothing to say.
Their languages are never to understand.
They don’t know the spelling of word “ band”.
Intellectuals are dead,
To allow illiterates to be fed.
They don’t know democracy
And are indeed crazy.
They are puppets, controlled by someone.
Seriousness is taken by them as fun.
They are unique people.
We really need the people.
(The author of this poem is a freelancer. Views are his own) [email protected]
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