The leaders in people's rule bring their heirs
to politics, to continue the trade of bribes.
To stop the groans, the poor receive shares
in the form of freebies once given to tribes.
The leaders to please the mob indulge in jibes.
To posterity they are the saints of wonder,
whom to scare, scares even the thunder.
Once one dictator looted the nation
and kept all his wives within his palace.
The leaders now in some hidden location,
keep their partners off the reporters callous.
Small Moghuls rob, not minding the gallows.
Alexander didn't nominate his heir
and men like him in history, we find rare.
rajendran muthiah
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