2023.01.11.
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Politika
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Politika, what a tricky drama,
The powers that be seem to be kinda pyromaniac.
The news is filled with their drama and their lies,
It's enough to make a grown man cry.
And while they're spewing their rhetoric and rhetoric,
The people keep spinning, spinning in their maelstrom.
It's hard to tell who's right and who's wrong,
The only thing that's sure is that something's gone wrong.
The politicians promise us much with their speech,
But in the end they often fail to reach.
They'll tell us what they think we wanna hear,
But in the end, they're all just full of fear.
They'll lie, they'll cheat, they'll do anything,
To get a vote and wear that fancy ring.
But when it comes to really making change,
It's all just hollow words for their own gain.
You know the truth is never what it seems,
It's hidden in the shadows of their dreams.
The only thing that's certain in the world of politics,
Is that it's a game without any ethics.
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