Politrix Politrix. Oops, I meant Politics.
And I thought that trix were for kids; the tricks they pick brainwashes our natural instincts.
'Poli' meaning many. Many tics. They feed on our blood, our wealth, our health; ourselves listening to the many ticks from our watches, watching the poli-magicians not doing anything like they're constipated.
But the picture is being painted: green and orange being visible. Out of many, we are one people; people joining sides which cause the country to be divisible.
We call ourselves independent, yet we are depending on the dependents (politicians) who are depending on us.
So who can we trust?
And poverty is eminent, yet we can afford couple shirts and accessories for cheering for them who are gallivanting for the country's "betterment".
When our people need jobs and the homeless need settlements. Maybe the politicians should be home less and out more, with the outcome being a change which cannot be changed, like giving a dollar today and not expecting any change.
But what if the tables could be turned; the positions being rearranged. With the people having the power and not Power having the people; we asking for Labour and not supplied with a ballot sheet.
I want change! But you're treating me like I have no cents. No sense. Nonsense! But I have the cents but you don't want the change. "Let my people go!" Free them from their mental chains. Stop feeding us with nonsense!
So here's my proposal, rather a notion: Have a conscience, regardless of the 6 figures you receive; the persons you deceive; and the police who you have at your disposal.
And to the people, who form a national party when united in labour, the P in people stands for Power.
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