Politics
Politics
Politics is that cigar
placed at the edge of the astray,
lighted, balancing itself.
Sometimes, between the fingers
of the elite, it glows, burns.
With headlines, bulletins and happenings,
it moves from lip to lip of the commoners.
Politics is that cigar
placed at the edge of the astray
lighted, balancing itself.
The light glows with every rebel wind
as if can illuminate everything
then dims slowly,
then, lies lazily on the heap of ash.
Politics is that cigar
placed at the edge of the astray
lighted, balancing itself
History witnessed the world activated
with the puff puff pass,
Instances speak of the pollution caused
by the fumes that lasts.
Politics is that cigar
placed at the edge of the astray
lighted, balancing itself
Let it lie there
lighted, with the ashes dropped within
Let it be placed between fingers but not the lips
No puffs, no fumes, no pollution
"Smoking Cigar is injurious to health
It causes cancer"