Blackmails

Dwellers of the capital city- In a rare circumstance Driving in their heavy engines Migrated in flocks of birds To the rural areas to beg- Not sugar not salt- Not money not shelter In somber voices chanting slogans Their instrumentals biasing the rural Shouting party names throwing cash Confusing hardworking farmers Like dogs like vultures they run- For killer remnants Like small fish they swim in numbers For the stuff on the hook- In order to vote YES in numbers Even though hearts feel NO After chewing and swallowing- From the baits Crocodile hippopotamuses and the sharks- Own back the sea