Short Manifestos Poems

A prince or a cockroach,
Which is Obama?
Just watch him scuttle,
Then judge this drama.

Scuttles through leaves of Red manifestos,
Scuttles through dung of leftover leftos,
Scuttles with gangs in a big white house,
Showing the world the soul of a louse.

Well, you have to admit
There's no high drama
In watching this cockroach
That's called Obama.

The plays's beginning
And that is sweet,
So jump for rights
And stamp your feet!...

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Atime for wooing voters
selling dreams
Floating manifestos
A season of paying whirlwind visits
To the farthest corner of 
constituency
Time for defacing walls with posters,
polluting public mind with party propaganda
For buying ballots with petty gifts:
Blankets,wine bottles,currency notes
A carnival for double voting,shanghaing,
murdering rival candidates-
A platform for indulging into polemics,
mudslinging.
Demagogue's favourite festival...

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