Some Polticians
Men who hulking thugs lobby,
Now and then their hobby
To winning rivals clobber,
Hitting them until they slobber;
Their tunes for the piper
A much worse viper,
Venom as good a wiper
As enemy- silencing sniper.
Old owners of power
Mythical the eleventh hour
Their only message for The Youth:
A not- yet- your- time hurting truth.
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