For A Dishonorable Member Of Parliament Poem by indira babbellapati
For A Dishonorable Member Of Parliament
Whose life is it any way
Not your sister's
Not your daughter's
Not your wife's either
Not one of them
'Dented and painted? '
Any way,
Their modesty
Never at stake
Within their safety-ring
Either at a pub or a disco
They're never 'dented'
Or 'painted' you see...
Unbridled power makes
An unbridled tongue that
Lashes in sheer vulgarity
How matters the rest
Whom your brazen power
Considers 'dented and painted? '
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Comment on For a Dishonorable Member of Parliament Powerful sixer over the long on... Russel commented The last refuge of every scoundrel is Politics... I've never hard Political leaders' kins s**ually harassed [it not desirable I strongly admit] Still to open dialogue I'd to state so We common people are indeed at the prey of lumpenocrassy.. Most favored are those are near to nucleus of power politically dented and painted Excellent poem highest scored [if records] for courage Regards Ma'am~ niv
The LUMPENOCRATS go in for gang-fighting. After receiving a dinge or two, they expect the best amenities in society's convalescent ward for victors. LUMPENOCRATS is a good word, or perhaps we need a word like thug-ocracy. The word meritocracy is too full of self-serving illusions.