Treasure Island

Babatunde Aremu


No Faction


When the political lords bickers
Do not be deceived or perturbed
There is no real divide between them
They are two sides of a coin
Democrats, Republicans, Aristocrats, monarchs
A little to the left or a little the right
Western or eastern ideologues
They are just the same
Their bickering is farce
Its scene in an act
Outwardly they are foes
Yet are well-knitted
In their skills and resolves
So, you see, their faction is a farce

Submitted: Thursday, September 12, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (9/19/2013 4:35:00 AM)

    Yet are well-knitted
    In their skills and resolves
    So, you see, their is a farce
    Politicians are very talented individuals. well written poem. (Report) Reply

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