The Elect

"Our nation needs to prosper, "Our people deserve to thrive, "But the old ways do not foster, "The betterment for which we strive!" These words erupt at every campaign And that part, at least, is true But truth erodes with each subsequent claim On which candidate would be the best for you The faces emblazoned on every walls Captioned by grand promises they've made They set themselves on high pedestals They stand with virtue banner waved They promise liberty and peace To build a better future for us all They preach of security and justice With them at lead, we'll never fall "So, come, raise your voices," they implore "Your trust in me would make us great "And our opponents; oh, how we abhor "They hinder Progress, deserving our hate," Then comes the day to cast our votes That would pave way to a new era Then the elect must honour their words To realise their promised utopia And we would wait with bated breaths For the victor's name to be declared The verdict, to some, befell like death While others rejoiced with much fanfare But 'tis no time for celebration For the journey's just begun Will the five-year duration Be enough to get things done? Perhaps we've all underestimated How quickly time goes pass And then the process gets restarted With much still at an impasse Yet we are hopeful, and so we wait still For a leader, pure and clear of blame Who would one day rise up and fulfill The words they have always proclaimed: "Our nation needs to prosper, "Our people deserve to thrive, "But the old ways do not foster, "The betterment for which we strive!"