SONNET 110
By JH Sayyar
Politicians make for others such deeds,
If they do for self they are called Satan,
They do use such lies change the creeds,
Using country wealth for a pretty matron.
Ruling through democracy; a false way,
In which the foolish choose the foolish,
Sitting on a paper-boat, calling all day,
And on the way dies their greedy wish.
Man can’t get success until harmonizes,
His ways to natural ways for the survival,
Love will die soon if they all temporizes,
Think on your deeds; your will is rival.
Without improving ethics if we fly in airs,
It is our fall, not rise, in both hemispheres
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