Political Vagabonds

From pillar to polls, they wander,
And upon their clueless hearts, I ponder
They are rolling stones that gather no moss;
The paupers of political bosses.

But who mapped these routes out?
Who planted this demonic tree that devours our developmental prospects?
This wandering leads to a quagmire and deadly dungeon
A gullible pathway that leads to failure.

Ours is a political voyage of no compass
So we wander from the pathway and trespass
As the blind lead, the sighted
And defeating the very essence of leadership

Their politics is without ideology
And the parties seek just a rise in demography
Even though it murders the very notion of democracy
To enthrones mediocrity.

They are political fugitives and wanderers
With heavy loads of our looted treasury,
Wandering from party to party,
Seeking coverage from selective political armageddon

We are doomed!
Trapped in the deadly dystopia of political vagabonds
Making the nation thrash around like a headless hen
Dragging the nation to the base of the world economic pyramid.