Where Dogs and ATM cards
Had no meaning at all.
Liquor and Mutton played
The Piano of their future,
A few coins monitored the
Mouse of their fortune
Till the next term of the election.
The Patriotism and Nationality
Narrowed down to mere Slogans
Slogans of sycophancy,
The words taught to them
At the peak hours of their addiction.
The monkeys
Had their own apes,
Called Personal Apes, P.A.
Trained from the nearby Towns,
Taught by them to serve
The subjects
Who loved these monkeys,
Yet, lived like Donkeys.
It took an hour or two
To make them gather around you
Garlands, Goats, School Girls…
And a few loud speakers
Make them work for you.
You speak and they clap
And clap and clap and clap
Till yours are completely inaudible.
And you are declared the winner
Before any match is played.