POETRY

It is high time we checked our leaders' brains Who have caused us all sorts of pains They always rob the masses with their pens And usually spend beyond what they earn Turning the seat of power into a robbers' den. All are the same, both women and men This makes me wonder whether they are insane That they have us at heart, this I know they feign Setting up of Corruption Panel is all in vain They simply camouflage during their reign. They always make provisions for their days of rain Not minding that their gains are our pains I wonder if it is the same blood that runs in their veins Or they have the blood of the hens That makes them immersed wealth with no restraints .

It is not every woman that can marry This assertion no one can query When your turn has not come, you'll tarry And avoid anything that can make you worry. Some marriages appear like rock and quarry Where no one is ready to say the word, sorry Though their thoughts occasionally can vary That's when they agree to go and party. It doesn't matter if you're   called Harry Or you go by the name, Mary Don't see marriage as a burden to carry If you feel so, your union you will parry.