Political Paradox : A hypothetical ironic expression of democratic elections.

Circus of the polity

Rhapsody of miracles

Collage of the colourful lies

The masses watch this democratic dance

As the temperature rises in the summer sky.

Circus of the polity

Series of fabricated promises

Painted on posters

Shouted on speakers

Blurted by media

Financed by mafia

And applauded by the audience

Willingly or not; who cares?

Circus of the polity

Culture of irony

Where truth is silenced by bag of notes or at gun point

Hypothetical progress grins at the flashy statistics and bar graphs

And votes are awaited to be swallowed

By political stalwarts

Who speak in black and white

But practice otherwise.

Circus of the polity

A contest of corrupts

Democracy to the contrary

Where the liberal tiger winces

At the whip of multiple ringmasters

It jumps inside out of the burning ring of corrupt metal wire.

Burns itself all the time.

No one sees the wounds

But yes, we, the audience clap and cheer.

Circus of the polity

Powerplay of the shallow

Where the sincere will is butchered.

Systematically and silently.

Where magnificence is perpetuated

Through speechs and statues,

What I think this is nothing but a deceptive hoax.

A political paradox,

Where fair faced picture is chaos behind the scenes.

However it doesn’t end here,

Even with the ruler on the throne.

The tug of war continues

With yet another game of thrones,

With an occasional forecast of star wars

And an undecided outcome

An uncertain endgame.