They are vampires dressed like good shepherds..
Sucking every filaments..
That drops down the firmaments..
Leaving chaff behind for their faithful followers
They're pot bellied hungry stomachs..
That serves the nation so steadfastly...
Sitting in chairs,green and white
And sipping from a brown short bottle.
They're leeches
That feds on naive fishes..
Flowing freely in the tide of ignorance..
Without a voice to guide their path..
To revealed mysteries
They're mushrooms..
That goes flies to space to go through surgical blades..
When the overloaded work of the nation..
Make them tipsy
They're archictects of dung hills..
That piles curriencies like faeces in the thick of the night..
When north side tadpoles..
Have zero hope of bread for tommorow
They're the representatives..
The beautiful epitaphs adorned with gold..
When underneath stinks like filth
They're amoebas..
With a billion chaffeur..
Starched brocades..
improvised accents..
With children that never speaks their mother's tongue
Im Yours truly Josediccus please uvote and resteem and support wonderful poetry