Politics

Politics is that cigar

placed at the edge of the astray,

lighted, balancing itself.

Sometimes, between the fingers 

of the elite, it glows, burns.

With headlines, bulletins and happenings,

it moves from lip to lip of the commoners.

Politics is that cigar

placed at the edge of the astray

lighted, balancing itself.

The light glows with every rebel wind

as if can illuminate everything 

then dims slowly,

then, lies lazily on the heap of ash.

Politics is that cigar

placed at the edge of the astray

lighted, balancing itself

History witnessed the world activated

with the puff puff pass, 

Instances speak of the pollution caused 

by the fumes that lasts.

Politics is that cigar

placed at the edge of the astray

lighted, balancing itself

Let it lie there

lighted, with the ashes dropped within

Let it be placed between fingers but not the lips

No puffs, no fumes, no pollution

"Smoking Cigar is injurious to health

It causes cancer"