Politics

Two animals, facing each other

Their costumes glisten for all to see

Each wants to be the bigger brother

Young ones, you should start to flee.

 

Change falls onto the floor

Rolls apart for all to grasp

But once collected there is more

The costume gets another clasp

 

The bigger brother changes face

More he gives and less he takes

Bigger brother keeps his place

No money in his pocket shakes

 

Just say it plain and simple,

for goodness sakes!

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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