They promised us a change
An end to the greatest beast of our age
And out we ran shouting like a page
Thinking that age is a sign of sage
From city to cities they waved their broom(s)
Promising to renovate our country, room by room
And suddenly our forlorn hope eclipsed, vroom
As their ego and belly they massaged and groom(ed)
And while our pockets dry and shrink
Our bodies wither, their cubbies blink
As we all remain, silently fixed to their jinx
And the nation wrath while our future blinks
For ages we were voodooed by the umbrella
Same story repeated like in a novella
As they served us the same menu – paella
But beds of a feather, always remain a fella
Yet poets, I know, never succumb
Embattled and smitten, we comb
Searching deep into different words
To express our anger through verbs
Alisonomi2020©
