We the poor transform
into a hallowed lot
with the arrival of
election times.
Leaders, one after other approach us
sporting broad smiles with folded hands
even prostrate before us
begging for our valued votes.
They hold out a
platter full of promises and assurances
sufficient and more to
whet our appetite.
With tears flowing down their cheeks
we, the tender-hearted poor
assure them of our valued votes
and never forget to
wipe out their tears
thus making them happy
contented and elated.
Our memories take us
back to the past
when these same leaders
approached us holding
out abundant promises and assurances.
Election times are funny times
which gift us scope for laughter
often we talk about their trade secrets
and make merry.
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