Suffrage

"The Election I know"

Promises are expressed clearly

While wickedness is exposed

Arid minds are soaking wet

Clenched fists are crying for freedom

The voice is divided

But nobody speaks the whole truth

A cliché in every nation

Yet, people are still victims

A collision of principles

Mouths articulate convincing oaths

Reaching out to the remotest areas

And the dead wake up to vote

Faces on every corner of the road

Showing their two-faced smiles

It’s as if angels came down to help.

Finally, I am heard! Will this end?