WORDS OF MOUTH.

Representing us they say
With superfluous gait
Empty jargons as we wait
Holding hopes in hands like old taste
Water in the desert you shall have,
Plenty victuals on tables you shall crave,
You will work till you don’t know what to speed on,
‘I am your servant’ he rambles on,

Representing us they play
With gigantic houses,
Deep, wider purses
Dangling trophy wives
Younger than their last totes

Now we see them no more
With iron for ears they hear us no more,
Tinted, proofed cars they ride
Going away fast they hide
But I thought they’re representing us?

Still with us they shout!
When their discussion and debates are in billions,
Fuel and lunch are passed in millions,
While the masses subsist only in units
I doubt they’re our family,
All was nothing, but words of mouth!