Crown of Dust
Submitted By: Kritika Kumari
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They speak of the nation with love in their eyes While counting their fortunes and cooking up lies Each promise they make is wrapped up in gold But melts into nothing the moment it’s sold They quarrel in public like cats in a fight Then share the same dinner behind doors at night The poor man is patient, he still casts his vote While leaders buy yachts that can barely float We call them our saviors, they nod with a grin And charge us a fee just for letting them win If fools make the throne and fools wear the crown The circus goes on and the tent won’t come down
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