Wise and fools look the same
In their mouths are teeth twenty eight
Four more are wisdom teeth
Fools shall do with hollow space
Fools have no horns
And the wise no tail
If elections were silent
It shall be a difficult choice to make
Election is the tragedy of time
Tyranny of the few bidden goodbye
But if cartoons all become who fight
Mockery it makes of the entire exercise
Development, secularism and poverty of the mind
Anti everything when nothing new comes to mind
Bombarding the mind as if it were a nuclear reactor
Critical mass to reach, and then auto mode applies
It has been too long of a street fight
No documentary, drama or reel life
Let it be over, there are more things to do
Elections are elections, not everything to life!
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