Hello readers!
This is the first time I am attempting to write a political satire. I wanted the title to resemble a famous hip hop beat played in Discos, but never mind. I had fun writing this. I hope all of you read this in a fun spirit and not force me , to take down my blog tomorrow (I sincerely wish, this does not happen, I am scared though!)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. THE CARTOON STRIP IS INSPIRED BY THE LEGENDARY CARTOONIST MR R.K. LAKSHMAN’S WORKS. ALL NAMES AND CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO THE CHARACTERS LIVING OR DEAD OR INCIDENT IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. I HAVE NO INTENTION OF HURTING THE SENTIMENTS OF ANY CLASS, CASTE, CREED OR GENDER GROUP.
Please tell me in the comments section, if my attempt of writing a satire could make a mark.
It is the talk of the town,
Whose name is ‘Flags-down’,
The time is coming near,
Time of elections, my dear!
The chubby man assured water,
Unbroken supply even if it’s saltwater,
The woman under the veil,
Promised voting criminals, bail,
Mr Unlawman spoke highly about,
Quick justice ,without doubt.
Another party banner screams,
Of fulfillment of the young dreams.
Earlier,attempted to ban womens’ modern clothes,
Women safety is promised by those.
Another leader bragged about public heath,
As a sector of work, using public wealth.
Newly made houses are bound,
To poor, if you vote Mr Slowgrowth around.
Employment is just round the corner,
If you bring forth, Miss NoWarner.
Another group promises all of the above,
With its loud symbol of a black dove.
A youngster with a huge head,
Promised happiness instead.
With this, the battlefield turned iridescent,
In the town, shaped like a crescent.
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A voter presses the button with a hopeful finger,
Chuckling on the lyrics of the street singer,
‘ After the war, barren is the battlefield,
Fake promises and pretentious actions are to yield,
A society of growth and development,
A town of equity, stability and contentment,
Unless the people join hands, and,
Work, instead of just taking command,
Of the leaders and the and politicians,
Who in the end, turn out to be mind magicians’!
After the war, barren is the battlefield,
Fake promises and pretentious actions are to yield,
A society of growth and development,
A town of equity, stability and contentment’!
Bhagyashree
I request all the people (eligible to vote), please make use of your power to elect the ideal party to run our nation.
Until the next time, sleep late on this Sunday!
Cheers!
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