The Ideal Politician Poem by Subrata Ray

Hey trout hide your color,
Now you are a member of assembly,
Now you are a minister,
Congratulations for your flattery,
Trickery, dram a, and dappled show,
With kingly honor, in white car, you go.

By the people, for the people, from the people,
The collective will –of the haggard untouchable,
You have filled your wallet and vanished,
You have made them believe your word,
Their ignorance would not read you as a fraud.

If so you would go with another mask,
Putting the same wine in apparently new bottle,
The vampire in you would perform the same task.