Dark Politics Poem by Sean Toland

Dark Politics



How corrupt can one race be,
Shifting underhandedly so no one can ever see
We live our lives with a wry smile,
Nothing is noticed all the while,
Must we suffer this blind fate,
Can we see something before its too late,
A destitute life, we are no longer a hunter
A life where a voter is treated like a punter

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