We are not different from toilet tissue
Used in cleaning shit-smeared buttocks-
Those of you unabashed politicians
Who proliferate our ears
With gargantuan lies
Croak with breathe-taking professionalism
And awe-inspiring stratagem.
You these jigsaw creatures that deceive our mothers
With soap and blood maggi
As if our mothers whom we suckled are sheer beggars.
Your voice rise again
In their well crafted holy sermon-
“Vote for me and have tarred roads!”
Begging us to once again
Place you in comfort and wealth
While we are used yet again
To clean rot-caked buttocks.