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When elections come round the corner…………

When elections come round the corner, our politicians are awake up with their lies and with their dirty tricks also. Often their dream lost by a theft or beaten up. Never forget to show that they are from the master race. Their promises are always fly high during election period and at the end found nothing in return. All pointing and blaming, at each other’s throats to get high votes
Our poor helpless citizens for are few Rupees given by candidates before elections give there only Trump card to elect this scoundrel
Once they become Member of Parliament, they dole out public money paid by tax payers as of their own and also pocket some of it. The public forgets everything after elections and they so called elected go around the world for aid and loan with a begging bowl half of which they pocket it as commission and the loans keeps rising and the taxpayers keep on paying without any recourse. This is the sad plight of mother Lanka.
Mother Lanka which is shedding out tears looking at its plight, the isle which was called the Pearl of the Indian Ocean which is being handled over foreigners piece by piece. Even we know that “A rotten foundation will let nothing good grow and we still vote these scoundrels.”
I would like to recollect what Dr. Manmohan Singh former PM of India. Once said: “Politics is the last refuge of the Scoundrels"

Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka

26.10. 2019

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