Nothing to fear
I have nothing to fear,
All wants to come near,
Good will they want to bear,
Try to show as if they are dear,
I am son of politician,
Very clever and tactician,
Rich and powerful only companions,
Controlling all including unions,
All this led to my arrogance,
Adding to fame and elegance,
Prefer to keep more distance,
Not to be seen in public and have a glance,
All pray and submit to rising sun,
So I am believed to be promising son,
Qualities of politician should form my basis,
Nothing should be read or form part of thesis,
Politician’s son may become politician,
So may be the case with clever musicians,
Craftsman and artists can’t produce artists,
Politicians have qualities to hide culprits,
All machinery and police force at command,
Things easily available simple at demand,
No one can raise finger and blame for fault,
Even money disappear from strong vault,
It is thriving business with no control,
Even commit crime easy quick parole,
Influence work with possible fear of reprisal,
They don’t need evidence or appraisal,
My father might have been good,
In previous birth and offered food,
So as result we enjoy and throw,
All our glory with pomp and show,
No college, no degree or education needed,
Only self honour and pride conceded,
Not feeling bad at insult and shame,
Containment of hatred and sharing blame,
So this is business no one can master,
Money may flow even with speed faster,
All is needed from people to muster,
At the time of selection they serve as caster,
I need to groom under his cover,
So to succeed in list of fewer,
Prepared to take false oath and vow,
Learn all tactics to escape how?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Being A Politician Can't Be Beat
What does it take to be a politician?
Well your demeanour has to be cheesy,
Then you must make it your life's mission,
To be a cretin who is dishonest and sleazy.
Pretend to your constituents you really care,
Then put on an, ‘' I'm genuine ‘' façade,
Make it your duty to make voters aware,
When speaking for them you will not be afraid.
Any promises you make must always be kept,
At least make it look that way,
Any problems, under the carpet they're swept,
Make your constituents think they have a say.
No conscience allowed when you fail to deliver,
That's one you get used to quite quick,
Drink in subsidised bars while destroying your liver,
Then blame the electorate for making you sick.
When claiming expenses anything goes,
Pet food, a visit to the loo,
Every year our expense list grows,
That's just what politicians do.
Ask seasoned colleagues just what you can steal,
But don't ask them to put it in writing,
If you ever get caught they're out of the deal,
You'll have to do your own fighting.
Being at fault one always denies,
You must blame the lot before,
You'll soon get used to telling blatant lies,
Before long you'll be rotten to the core.
Keep in with big business they're also corrupt,
But they pay us to give them assistance,
When the time comes they go bankrupt,
We'll bail them out without any resistance.
As for reprisals, well there's none,
You can rob the taxpayer's blind,
While we're in here stealing money for fun,
Help for the taxpayers, is being declined.
We are part of tradition so keep up your end,
Mistresses and lovers are allowed,
That oath you took, well like marriage it can bend,
With immunity you are now endowed.
Failure you must learn comes as part of the job,
To M.P.s it becomes the norm in your life,
When the time finally comes for you to demob,
Your lump sum and pension does ease the strife.
Total self-delusion is the main thing in line,
Conquer that and the worlds at your feet,
Detach yourself from reality and you'll be fine,
‘' Being A Politician Can't Be Beat ‘'
I Am No Politician
I am no politician.
I am direct.
Every blemish and flaw I have,
I accept without regret.
I am not trying to win your approval
To represent your requests.
Nor will I disappoint you...
With deceit to later confess.
I am no politician.
Seeking a way to line my pockets.
I find that disgusting!
And I observe those who can not stop it!
Your quality of life...
With standards you behold.
Isn't my fault at all!
That your best interests,
They have sold!
You selected them to dismiss me.
To keep me and mine in check!
You elected them to suppress my dignity.
To keep my indentity distressed.
You chose them to divide and conquer.
By rules and laws
They clearly defied...
You now regret!
Why me...
You despise?
I am no politician!
My priorities are my happiness.
Not to masquerade with pretentions...
For purposes to make promises,
With intentions to forget.
I am no politician...
To trap you like prey.
And dangle you to capture...
As I make arrangements with others,
To take away the safety from your nests.
To portray in false charades.
I am no politician.
So voice your anger,
To those you believed...
Would come to your aid.
While on your knees you plead.
I am no politician!
I sleep at night.
In peace and at rest!
I am no politician...
Nor a hypocrite you will find,
Who will say something other
Than what is on my mind!
You can bet,
With respect...
I am direct.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kidnap
Kidnapping is clean and neat business,
No money crunch and easy access,
Lavish spending, comforts and always recess,
No control, no duty and no more tax or cess,
It is thriving and lucrative industry,
Always success and remain as mystery,
Nothing can be traced and create history,
All rumors in air and emerging new story,
Reflection of sick and criminal mind,
Always destruction and new ideas find,
Killing, if necessary and no attitude kind,
Shifting the tactics and business easily wind,
No fund, no premises or building required,
All goons and culprits easily acquired,
Only execution need meticulous planning,
Loot, rob and escape with easy running,
Only ransom not will send shivering and chill,
Fear may run high with utter worry of bill,
Get full money at pre- decided place,
Plan to live then in good and big palace,
All is done with blessings and favour,
Easy money to be spend on luxury and glamour,
No fear for life or to be killed in counter,
So long luck not run out, play as hunter,
Easy money, easy kill and easy end,
Reward money on head as squads send,
Easy pardon if surrender and ways mend,
People have chosen path with leaning or trend,
Public outrage and anger come at fore,
Orgy of violence and loot not seen before,
Not coming to end this sordid affair,
Continues it with blessings and flair
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Politicians Vavroovahana Patra
Politicians exploit the people of the country;
Hoarding money, remain in palatial building with delight.
Poor people die with plight;
Politicians say India is a country of prosperity.
Without providing food to the poor entertain day and night;
Do not feel all are sons and daughters of Almighty.
Widow laments for food day and night;
The family remain in hunger with plight.
Politicians forget their ideology of sacrifice;
Remain away Divine Bliss.
Entangle in bribe and corruption;
Enhance society’s tension.
A good politician thinks upliftment of society;
Derives peace observing poorman’s smile and delight.
A good politician derives peace serving the patient;
Lives in peace with merriment.
Good politician is blessed with Divine power;
God blesses him with peace, pleasure.
Service to human beings is service to Divinity;
All are sons and daughters of the same Almighty.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Orang-Utan
A large ape disappeared from a Zoo
And he has been to one of his friends a former retired politician.
He complains his friend that he wants to extract a tooth.
They went to a dentist and extracted the tooth.
Then the ape said 'I want to see an ophthalmologist.'
On the way the politician said' Don't spend so much money and I have my old spectacles which I used for my whole political career.'
'Better buy a new one that is much corrupted.' Ape replied angrily.
I dedicate this poem to Mr.Nadarajah.Raviraj a popular Sri Lankan/Tamil politician and his bodyguard who were Assassinated in the broad daylight today by unidentified gunmen. The Government has already called the Scotland Yard Police for the Investigation.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Epitah on the Politician Himself
Here richly, with ridiculous display,
The Politician's corpse was laid away.
While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged
I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.
Another on the Same
This, the last ornament among the peers,
Bribed, bullied, swindled and blackmailed for years:
But Death's what even Politicians fail
To bribe or swindle, bully or blackmail.
On Another Politician
The Politician, dead and turned to clay,
Will make a clout to keep the wind away.
I am not fond of draughts, and yet I doubt
If I could get myself to touch that clout.
On Yet Another
Fame to her darling Shifter glory gives;
And Shifter is immortal while he lives.
Epitah Upon Himself
Lauda tu Ilarion audacem et splendidum,
Who was always beginning things and never ended 'em.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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Politician
Chorus
Mr. politician please dont deceive us.
Mr. politician youre there to relieve us.
Just how can we tell, mister,
When to believe in you.
Oh wont you tell me oh who were lookin out for?
Mr. politician could be perfect but people its doubtful.
We want a leader wholl fight for the people.
We want somebody to take us to the steeple.
Wed like to point him out to you people,
But dont look now.
Chorus
We want a leader of the people,
We want him honest, not deceitful.
We want an angel in the public eye,
And we wont give it up lord until we die.
Chorus
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Animal called politician
I am special and unique kind of magician
I can also be called as shameless politician
I claim to have descended directly from heaven
I have full right to enjoy full facilities even
I care no hoots for poor and needy
I am prepared to be called greedy
My coffer should be filled with money and enough land
For me there is no permanent foe or friend
I have special skill to amass the wealth
I care for no one and maintain excellent health
Each and every case is differently dealt with
I am armed will all the skills up to teeth
God was merciful to have granted me with skill
Everything was easy and could be done at will
People touched feet and offered whatever I wanted
It was rudderless ship I was called up on to be boarded
The ship to be taken in any direction without fear of direction
No doubts to be cast on sincerity for any of the action
Almost granted with full indemnity and blessed with fortune
I have developed the skill for people to dance with my tune
How long I shall rule the area or country?
Will I have unrestricted access or entry?
Will people tolerate it for all the times to come?
Will there be love lost or I shall be unwelcome?
I have become thick skinned animal and fearless
They will need me all the time so long as they are leaderless
I shall take full precaution not to afford them any awareness
Else it may invite dawn fall much to the discomfort and bitterness
People have short memory and forget easily
I shall spend the rest of my life happily
Who cares for national sentiments and poverty?
Though the politics is considered as mean and dirty
I think of going away from such politics
It may be considered as high skill and tactics
It is good medium to serve the people on mass scale
The people may not spare if your action is failed
No politician has died as poor hungry man
Even though less corrupt, he may be remembered as gentleman
It may be necessity and compulsion in life to attain enough wealth
Still that is being tolerated and paid mark of respect on his death
It may be completely naïve to blame wholly on his logic
We have built him and brought to such level to create magic
The nation or country might not have developed to such a large scale
Had he not been given free hand to move in sea as whale?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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God, bless only those
I pray the God to shower bless
Who commit more sins and not less
Who are most wanted and dreaded
professional killer and guilty but not pleaded
God only bless those…….
I am feeble and also very weak,
Future not bright and look very bleak
I pledge and vow not to kill
Anger run high but not to force the ill
God only bless those
They enjoy the life with more indemnity,
Law protect them and offer sanctity,
Crime and fraud always they commit,
Purchase the power but word never admit,
God bless only those…….
Long live mafias who plunder and make loot,
Kill innocents and kick them with heavy boots,
People get scared with slight noise of their foot,
Murder is game for them as openly they shoot,
God bless only those…….
Generous as they are called with easy loot money,
Act noble in public and try to be funny,
They rack up Issues which are most thorny,
Adding woes and torture much to their agony,
God bless only those……
If they are soon to depart form the face of earth
There will be famine and crime’s dearth,
They may be living devils but are of real worth,
God, allow to mushroom them and often more birth,
God bless only those…….
I pray and want that they have more longitivity
Offering best Protection to such thriving community
Day will definitely come when they will forbid divinity,
we may Invite them frequently to be in near vicinity,
God bless only those…….
Let this holy place be used as den,
Earth should be heavy but not fully laden,
Nobles and good people should perish all of sudden,
If they stay for long then it will be burden,
God bless only those……
Why at all you need worshipers?
You need only those people who fill in their coffers
they will be unhappy even with gold’s offer
so why don’t you rescue them if they suffer,
God bless only those…..
I may have option not to have any faith,
Never blame fate but prefer descent death,
They will have pleasure of getting good passage,
Consider it bless and also very good message,
God bless only those…..
I need not complain to you or shed the tears
Just stick to strict faith without any fears
It may so happen that I may have pain to bear
It is your way but would love only your names to hear
God bless only those…..
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Blood on His Hands
A politician told a lie
Which meant a soldier had to die -
His blood is crying from the ground
But the politician hears no sound,
He's safe and cosy far away
And hopes that they'll increase his pay.
You probably gave him your vote,
But this is not a time to gloat.
He told us he was 'a straight kinda guy'
And that he'd never tell a lie.
You may forget the soldier's name,
But his parents know just who to blame,
Their son will never see Tomorrow
And nothing can assuage their sorrow,
Life and death are not a game,
They're sick of Tony and his fame....
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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It's All About The Money
Cadillac on the interstate
Ran a redneck in the ditch
Big city lawyer called
Said, "Son, I'm gonna make you rich
Just put your shoulder in a sling
Your neck in a brace
We're gonna take his butt to court
Take everything he makes."
It's all about the money.
There's a local politician
Says he needed out vote
He'd put two chickens in every pot
And pave all the county roads
We ain't seen that S.O.B.
Since the day he raised his hand
We're still dodgin' potholes
Eatin' potted meat and Spam
It's all about the money.
It's all about the money.
A handshake used to be
All you used need to make a deal, yes it was
Now they'll look you in the eye
Tell you a big old boldfaced lie
With a team of lawyers, moving in for the kill
It's all about the money.
They say they are your best friends
As long as you're buying the rounds
They'll light your smoke, tell you jokes
At every bar in town
As soon as you hit some hard times
And the good times disappear
You're all alone, they're all gone
One thing is so clear
It's all about the money.
It's all about the money...
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Can't Go Over the Mountain Aug 2nd,2012
Can't Go Over the Mountain Aug 2nd,2012
By
James Bredin
We need to put a pipe across a mountain but they say "No! "
You can't do it unless you pay us lots and lots of dough,
Because out here, we are far more important than you and you!
This may be a form of extortion but there's nothing you can do.
Some pipsqueak politician wants to stop our oil pipeline,
Could these pipsqueak types put the whole country into decline?
Do we have someone who could tell them, go jump in the lake?
Are our national politicians in Ottawa, asleep or awake?
Or are they looking up Trudeau's Charter to see if it's written there?
Or maybe a minister, a priest or a bishop to help with some prayer?
All we need is one politician with guts to tell them where to go,
Are you there Stephen or is this, all some sort of game show?
Aug 2nd,2012g
poem by James Bredin
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Richie Rich Buys Your Repossessed Houses
beware the politician who says
he won't let your salaries be raised
because it would cause inflation
any real politician worth his salt would know
when millions are having houses repossessed
due to unemployment no salary no food it blows
desperate times need desperate aid measures
we should all hate politicians who demand
we citizens must all tighten our poor belts
while government exempt votes themselves hot pay raises
buys up cheap white hot property belonging to citizens
richie rich buys repossessed houses at cut throat prices
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Poet As Politician
every hour the poets knock the door of my senses
if you have time my dear
please read my latest poem
i have read yours and they're good
(what does he care? he has his own cares to care for)
and they keep on knocking
and i keep on lying too with my grin as wide as the cheetah
your poems are great
just perfect for me.. oh i love this one too
how hungry can a poet be as a politician
hungry for praise
lusting for honor
wanting to have a name where there are none
except perhaps in tombstones
yes i will compromise with an epitaph
here lies the poet as a politician
he is read upon his own request
Requiscat In Pace!
i place the star after his date of birth
i place a cross after his date of death.
and of course at the lowest portion
upon his request
RSVP.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One can say that three pre-eminent qualities are decisive for the politician: passion, a feeling of responsibility, and a sense of proportion.
Street Gangs Of Today
Street gangs are growing like ears of corn
Money, greed, and hatred are now being born.
They find it so much easier to be bad than to be good
Values are no longer held as they should.
Many blame it on the society that is around
When it is them that tore it to the ground.
They prefer to roam the streets and not have to work
And to extort money from the illegal that are here
Because of deportation that they fear.
Brandishing tattoos to show that they belong
And if you’re not in their click
Then you are scorned.
Society will say that as parents we are wrong
That we are too weak, when we should be strong.
Most times it is the environment in which we live
That to survive, in turn we must give.
Even the good at times can be swayed
If they don’t want to go to an early grave.
There are gangs in every state in this nation
And for them it is their salvation
Until the time that they can walk away
Raise a family, and with their children play.
And tell their children what they went through
And let them know “ I don’t want this to happen to you”.
We must deal with choices every day
Whether we choose the right one.
Who is to say.
So to GOD we must pray
And follow his words, day by day.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Common Soldier & the Politician
In times of problems and peril
The politician comes wagging his tail
Praying the soldier would bail him out
And he does so without fail.
Once the peril is over
Lives are lost and medals won
The widow is patted on her back
And the politician's job is done
Then starts the silent battle
Then starts the difficult fight
The soldier's family lives on unsung
Through the lonely night
The politician spends a charmed life
And on his dying day
People who forgot men of steel
Applaud the man of clay
I wonder if there'd be wars
If politicians had to lead the charge
If our ministers became the soldiers
And the PM became the Sarge
Kishore Asthana
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A Politician’s Plane crash-land in Wonderland
The plane landed in an emergency.
The politician was surprised in the air port as lot of women with garlands greeted him.
A woman said “You are the first delegate politician who visited our country.”
“Really is it? How do you know I was in the plane? ” He replied.
“Our radar says when a corrupted human being lands to our country.”
He was taken to Quarantine and found positive to HIV virus.
In wonderland there is a remedy for the infection and they gave an injection the patient forgets his past.
He was surprised by seeing this magical country.
The citizen is very happy and there are no jails, Courts, Police, Armed forces, sick people and all are well off.
For the first time in Wonderland’s history they made a special jail for this politician and he was sentenced to jail lifetime.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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At new low ebb
She took and sunk me to low ebb
I was entangled in monster’s web
I had no easy route to escape
I was unable to think or give shape
There may be many ups and down
People may show discourtesy and frown
You may be reduced to nothing and work as pawn
You may be crushed like grass in the lawn
She did not realize simple fact and made all hell
Everything was going ahead with plan and very well
We were leading simple life and good stories to tell
It proved nice all the time and did not face any trail
It was only for on ward march
No going back from the start
It was all for simple asking
Always rousing welcome and no kicking
As it always happen, there starts bad phase
You are down with fame and unable to show the face
You may not be able come out from house and counter
You need to face it bravely with the fear of lashes from hunter
There may be flow of bad words for your action
You may face criticism and solid reaction
No one may blame womenfolk but only man
Why was he not in position to stop or can?
She was string headed woman and couldn’t control tamper
She spoiled the relation with all her anger
It was unbecoming of good couple with good repute
How could I offer any counter or refute?
It was undoing of all my good work
I was feeling uneasy and unable to eat with pork
It was proving difficult to much to my discomfort
My ship was at mid sea waiting call at ports
It is not good for us to survive
Hostility may end but peace can’t be revived
You may live but without any sweetness or aim
How can we stand against odd and claim?
If you can salvage your ship amidst crisis
It will prove your point without any thesis
You may come to be known as strong contender
As it is not the worth job for the pretender
You got to rise from the ashes
You may have strong wishes
Not all may reach to the shore as fishes
You must come out victorious with fine finish
Lie low but not too low
Bow to Him but not to allow
Think of disaster but not of going down
Seeds may definitely grow if they are sown
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Only reasons
I look only to the good qualities of men.
Not being faultless. I won't presume to probe into the faults of others…
Mahatma Gandhi
How come person feels jealous?
When he is not known or famous
Full of faults yet dreams for honor
Dreams about praise from people to be called donor
Money or wealth does not form the simple criteria?
Proper evaluation should also come from intelligentsia
People from all walks of life should praise his quality
Shower all blessings in public and pray for his nobility
People try to take lesson from his noble life
As everybody is aware about the sharp edge of knife
Life can prove even hard in absence of any possible help
What is use of treasure if that remains in deep belt or shelf?
It is always nice to pick good advises
Learn good qualities and escape possible misses
Their life becomes exemplary for masses
For which there is no need to hold the classes
One should look at good aspect
Disregard at what their real means to act
Pick whatever is good
Adopt their thoughts as food
Such were his noble thoughts
It is brave to admit own faults
Great people never cared to be called bad person
As their life was life open card and has several reasons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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