The State

Mr Government Official

You don't hear us when we call

Unless you are invited for a funeral

And there you stand tall and erect

Just when we think you about to pay your respects

You inform us that you we should elect

Dear Member of Parliament

We will now share our sincere sentiments

That we watch bewildered as you juggle

All the lies, greed and graft that you can handle

Though we must admit we are impressed

How every year you give us less and less

We watch you on TV as you connivingly tell

How if we listen to your opponent we'll be living in hell

But truth be told you are quite the Judas

And you always pick you over us

And in the shadows we are aware of what you do

When you and our public funds rendezvous

We may have taken long to learn

That in your hands this country will burn

And you have very little to offer

When this event eventually does occur

So since we want love, prosperity and peace

We are finally dealing with you, our charming disease