POEM
Riding the crest of popular wave
he found himself
catapulted to the throne of
leader of the nation.
A visibly moved he,
sporting a beaming smile
addressed an ocean of cheering crowds
waving hands, displaying ‘V’signs
delivered a prolonged speech
driving his subjects drunk with joy unbound.
Like his predecessors who one by one
occupied the saddle
riding the crest of popular wave
made themselves endearing
to hundreds of thousands of masses.
They too delivered
fiery speeches with sugar-coated
pledges and promises
to wash away the grime of corruption,
terror and violence
elevating the masses to
a plain of sky-high dreams,
happy days of prosperity and hopes a plenty.
Unfortunately the suffering millions
found themselves taken
for a ride.
Now a new man in the garb of
a benevolent leader
in whom they reposed their full faith
who were not even cautiously optimistic
the one and only reason being
public memory always remains short.
Election after election, ruler after ruler
who made false promises of new dawn
pushed their subjects to the abyss
of hardships, poverty, deaths
thereby snuffing out
the flames of sweet morrows.
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