You should run for office, you have what it takes,
stories and promises, that will never take place.
With your beautiful smile, everyone would listen to you,
sounding so sincere, only you know your words, are not true.
Agreeing with everyone, along the way,
only to get their vote, on election day.
You have experience campaigning, from door, to door,
asking for financial help, and always wanting more.
After you gain their trust, and they donate, their dues,
they wait excited, expecting, a visit, from you.
They call for months, leaving messages, on your telephone,
you finally call back, with excuses, of course no fault of your own.
Not to waste time, you ask them to donate some more,
it doesn't bother you, if their rich, or poor.
It doesn't matter, how much they do, or give, to help you,
your stories, and promises, will never, come true.
Tom Maxwell copyright July 2004 A.D.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lol. I thought they do that only in Zim. Sigh! Politicians are all thr same