A poem on politicians who are corrupt

Spotted Deer

Threshold after threshold  

Ricocheted back;

A bound pact ; a solemn vow

Scaffolding repeatedly-

A treacherous fact

Sharp senses ,

Humiliating humours,

A well described-

Tricky treasurer

Half a decade-

A lasting eternity

or so it would seem;

Lured in by the sane

To this very day!

 

Why do you do this society? We are not birds in a cage!!!!!

Due to...

The meaning of life?

To study , succeed and multiply?

A simple fraction beyond,

The day of the castaway would have dawned..

Rendering a soul helpless

In an adventure that is hapless

Seeds are we,

planted in pedantic rows

Fools are we,

to bear fruits for the farmer

Shrewd is he , 

for the tool does he possess,

To sculpt us and corrupt us,

With heartless thoughts to spare.

Hopeful of the seeds to come

To turn it all around

We wait for that day to come,

But now- A tree have i become!