Viva La Gente

 

Stuck in a political whirl are we all. Bevy of intemperate politicians trapped in their bottomless pits of need, walking all over the others in a wild stampede. To the elitist the populace is just a number, who huddle around when it’s time to pick the victor. The morality laying down low in the feet of the modern elected nobility, who once disguised as one of us with their banners to fight poverty. Silently they come at dawn, garrote some with their cords of microphone till all the voices against them are gone. Resolute ones are coldly exterminated putting on a show for the rest to spectate it. 

The wraithlike creatures that are roaming among us, masquerade as saints to gain our trust. It’s a cycle that always repeats; the social and political structure changes and then there’s another one who exploits. This is what we have acclimatized to, wired to thrive on dysfunction disregarding the truth.

The plan steadily progresses, dementing the rational ones with incoherence. Perceptions are altered as the new term is ahead. We all will go again to the ballot. Step out and do vote, just make sure to take off the blindfold.