Politricks
It was
four in one
nine baptised i hear
You say
this is indeed
legalised fraudlence
In it
air-conditioned
highways,streets promised
as are
salaries and wages
without legitmate working
and easy
life made sweet
and very comfortable
all can
now join the
bandwagon of rigging
of shows,
adulating in Moonslide
and Marsslide victories.
Alas with
babies and peoples
ritually gleefully sacrificed
with joy
received by their
lord, god of poltricks.
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