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