The Chameleon

The chameleon It is that time of the year The sweet coated tongues Of the chameleon begins Its melodious songs again ii The people are waging their tails Dancing to the rhythm of the songs They dance with so much enthusiasm With even greater enthusiasm than the chameleon who sings the songs But the people should have known That this song is only a repetition Of songs we are all used to Albeit in a different way The songs are full of promises Promises of sacrifice And the followers of the chameleon Stand prepared to sacrifice their blood For the ambitions of the chameleon Oh! The followers has refused To learn from the past They ought to have known This chameleon better But they go ahead And with all zealousness Did they give all they had Some have spilled their blood Just for the ambitions of the chameleon Just for the promises of the chameleon Alas! The song is now concluded And the chameleon has tricked its followers To give their very blood For its ambition And so was the ambition achieved And so came the long awaited office And the people kept counting The losses from their sacrifice Standing in long wait For the expected fulfillment Of the chameleons promises To soothe their wounds But they should have known That a chameleon never keeps It colours permanently Now the chameleon sits as king And it has changed its colour To suit its new status The colour of the people Is no longer what it wears And the colour of its promises It has refused to retain The people can no longer Recognize the chameleon For the one they now see is not the same As the one they used to know And so its dawns bitterly on the people That the chameleon has changed its colours again And they have once again been deceived By the sweet coated tongue Of the ever changing chameleon.