NATIONAL HAEMORRHAGE

I see no changes.
It's all calendar pages.
Everything is still the same;
failure garners more fame.
Poverty is still on the prowl
like a sexually perverted fowl.
Hunger still hangs around;
Death's reign is bound.
Corruption boldly boasts.
She brags from coast to coast.
Morals desperately decay;
the polity drowns by the day.
The spillage of blood;
corpses lie in floods.
Death toll on the rise;
now we fear every sunrise.
Democracy desperately bleeds.
The call of her grave, she heeds.
A hideous national haemorrhage.
What a pathetic political image.
I see no changes.
it's all calendar pages.
Everything is still the same;
failure garners more fame.

By Mc Shapiro