The Naughty Bunch Poem by Sandra Feldman

I don't know why?
But I have a hunch,
That we're being governed,
By a very bad bunch,
Castles not only made of sand,
But plenty of lies to go around,
With the law, unfortunately,
On their side,
We're always taken for a ride,
Suppose there isn't much to do,
Since tribes were tribes,
The Play has always been the same,
We only change the Author's name.

Epilogue
Latin America, here we come,
We also play CORRUPTION's DRUM!