In Politics Everyone Is a Squatter

In politics everyone is a squatter
no one has permanent home there
exit door is daily begging for departure
yet once there  inmates erase that destiny

Lunatics are there but for a moment
with ribbon on you may hate as you like
call others outside names you coin
but in politics everyone is a squatter

Fanatics are there but for a time
you may praise your icon as you can
graft anything imagined as achievement
but in politics everyone is a squatter

Heretics are there but for a moment
you may be hated and tortured
lunatics, fanatics may crucify you on stones
but in politics everyone is a squatter

My friends the lunatic, fanatic, heretic listen
while occupying space for a moment
do not accumulate social debts
exit squatter role with empty clean  platter

In political cell every inmate is a squatter
before exit prepare your books for auditing
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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