SCRAP

Good afternoon, it’s been a long time without poetry by Ann. I must confess that I miss this. The poem today is titled scrap, a title bestowed to it by my very own sister. The poem is all about politics and what our politicians think about us especially in the part of the world that I come from. The politicians enjoy the main thing while we the populace get the scrap. Read and enjoy.

All they care about is that cubicle,
And the decor in it.
After giving us a stipend,
To let them in through the easy passage.

What they had in mind,
Was that we will sit and never grumble,
They make us remain in darkness and shambles,
Thinking nothing will irradiate their irregularities.

They see us as beggers clutching to their tables,
Expecting their scrap to end up in our bellies.

@Ann

Don’t forget to tell me your view about politics in your country.