Ideal Politics Poem by Subrata Ray

Ideal Politics.
The words and deeds
By bead and bead
Must diverge
In an ideal politics.
Hookers, cookers and brokers,
By degrees in biology,
Produce chemistry of their own,
The pipers, drum-man, hang -man,
And all bestial intellects,
Come in democracy,
To create sovereign's fate
Snobs, knaves and primeval,
Tea-spoon, table-spoon and earls,
All for power sing jackal- song
And the Savior springs from the throng.