POEM
Winds of change always
make us wonder, anxious,
embarrass, eager and excite.
By throwing out
a government thru ballot
another party takes up the mantle
naturally it forces us to think
whether it is for good or worse.
Political leaders are chameleons
if not all, most of them are
adept in changing colours
depending upon the situation.
Hence it is better
never go by their
oratorial skills, sky-high promises and platitudes.
Unfortunately common man
reposing trust in their skills
often falls in their trap and gets betrayed.
When they sing in unison
‘happy days are here again’
take it by a table spoon full of salt
since we the people
are often taken for granted.
After getting caught in their trap
there’s no point in
shedding tears over our fate
but the sad truth is
nothing but our
penchant
to go by their words…..
Hence, we the people
often call ourselves
asses…..
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