Monday, 30 April 2018

Political Poem


Idealistic and naïve were we

Grew up listening to and mimicking hollow shouts of

“Government of the people,

for the people

and by the people.”

Little did we know what it meant then,

And now our cynical laugh

tries to cover up the broken,

the loss, the hopeless void

that is an inescapable part of us.

We the people are just

the rage, the frustration,

the vulnerability,

the exploited, the demoralised

But we have never known nor will we ever be

a part of this mythical government,
which was of, for and by the people

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