I ran for parties, br I rushed for trials. br I mingled with the rich, br I crowded with the weighty. br br The beggar irritates me, br The poor do I avoid. br While wisdom of life awaits me, br I told her she was void. br br I took the front seat in theatres, br I shook the hands of scoundrels. br I drove cars bought of deceit, br Taken from the lacking by "YOUR HONOUR". br br I pretended to ease the beggars of their pain, br By signing vain documents with my expensive pen. br But when the loud hailers of elections were unleashed, br I hugged the beggars, kissed the poor, br And fought with the rich I had once sought. br br The hungry children with torn clothes, br I carried and posed with. br But when the horn of victory sounded, br I dropped the infant and ridiculed with laughter.