Black ribbons fly,
Across the land
Bring dirty lies.
Poverty, Sand...
The worst,
We've ever had!
Security of Country
Compromised!
Against which
All decency,
Should rise!
A good man, put on trail
During four years.
Please don't play
The idiot's game
If he were guilty
Would he want
Four more years of
This disastrous
Fabricated, shame?
We owe a lot
To crooked press
Who has spread lies
Of great largess,
Endangering,
The Country's
Best,
Wanting to make us
Swallow,
What we Never can
Digest,
All crookedness
That lies between
Goodness and Hell,
So when you vote
Make sure you know
You have a choice
Between the devils
That destroy
And those that wish
This Country well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned composition. Truly heartfelt and noble....5 stars*****