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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In opposition they criticize all that is wrong and all that is good, according to their agenda. They put clogs in wheels, aided by defiant unions and often bringing the country to a standstill with senseless strikes and organized protests. Mud is thrown at government and individuals; much of it sticks; the end justifies the means. During the run-up to elections they use the media to their advantage; the message drummed over and over during house visits and heated mass rallies rousing the rabble with heartfelt oratory. They promise transparency and accountability; fair sharing of wealth, help to the homeless and to the needy; curbing favours to friends of friends by resorting to the ideal concept of meritocracy; lowering taxes and bills and introducing new social benefits that would put all on an equal footing. Most of all they harp on the eradication of corruption. They hold roadmaps to solve all the country’s woes. They promise heaven on earth; they promise Utopia. Glittering manifesto is presented with much fanfare. The gullible, switchers and uneducated are brainwashed. As expected, election produces the desired results and the party in opposition gets in power...on promises! Promises that cannot be kept. The devil wants his due. He grins, pointing to the small writing on the manifesto... The majority had failed to notice it. It reads...SUCKERS. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Contest: I Can’t Breathe Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan Placing: 1st
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