Politics Play Yet People Pay Poem by Sylva Portoian

Politics silently plays
Guess and say, who will pay!
The grievers from stars
Or the hazy moon in dusked sky?

Politics have a designed show.
Humans treated unevenly
In every place, row after row
Who belong to this politics dwell

Treated differently, ignoring no.
Called dedicators who heed.
Born of political royalty, new breeds
Are unsound crawlers, them, none can hear.

Every democratic government says,
“All humans must be treated equally.”
Why shouldn’t we be treated unequally—
As earth may flatten in the same enormity.

So populace—other than politicians royal—
Stay unsound, stamped to die.
No one can save them, even saints
Thems are victims, how can they save their mates?

Politicians’ letters of condolences
Elegantly written, always ready
In convincing alphabetical style
They never lie, are honest nationals!