From, "The Ballad of the Third World", written in 1989, 41 stanzas, by yours truly. Here are the last two stanzas.
Look around and there's no tinge of improvement,
Why is it that politicians don't make up an effective movement?
The vacuum they leave is degrading and appalling,
Yet whenever they need people's vote, they're around,
constantly smiling;

"One for you and two for me," a statement full of irony and pain,
Repulsive it may sound penetrating closely into their brain,
Systematically inconsiderate they wallow like corporate creeps,
While ordinary folk gather, once more, a few lousy tips.
