A dangerous sect
Souls sold out
Before politics
How come?
Charcoals call the pot black.

The pot with the ingredients
Boiling for peace
Now a terrorist
By people on ballot papers
The real Ku Klux Klan
In our country
Politics a cult.

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The poem is all about politicians who maltreat and oppress the masses because of their selfish desires. It goes further addressing politics as cultism.