A student who has become a political leader and corrupt explains to his teader
Allow me to explain
You’ve always been an ideal guru. I worship the dust beneath your feet. I’m honoured that you’ve come to me. Though I wish you came only just to bless. That frown you wear deeply hurts me. A student of yours I always will remain. Hit me with words, a stick or even kick me. You you and I always will be me. You think it easy to be a politician? It’s not just feasting, celebrating
Morning, noon and night. There are tests to be taken, results to be shown.
You, my dear teacher, examined us but annually; now my whole
Existence is an exam. And you say that I have lost my conscience! Allegations
Are all that are put on my plate. To eat, and then put up a smiling face; never
Show signs of indigestion, of annoyance, of defeat. My peace is lost, gone are
Those days I felt the breeze, the rain and the sunshine. If I have wealth but
No time to enjoy it, what good does such possession have? You charge me
Of corruption? I have to listen, answer humbly, as you have taught me; who else
Can dare challenge me to my face? You say I’m here just due to my family?
Living up to the family’s image is no joke. I’ve been struggling to be like Father;
Have forgotten who I actually was. Earning money is difficult; no simple game.
It is as difficult, if not more, as doing little, passing time, and not taking the blame.
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so well, they even lie to themselves.
Ron