The People's Representative

THE PEOPLE’S REPRESENTATIVE I remember, when he came to us, When he started this political game, Great things he promised us, And he even swore, in God’s name, That he will fulfill his word, And so, he won our poor hearts. I remember, all that he said, “The poor shall be rich,” “The hungry shall eat,” “Hospitals shall be within reach,” “And the jobless be no more,” And that’s how he won our poor hearts. I remember, his speech, That rocked our poor hearts, “The nation shall be my heart,” “And the people shall be my life,” “I shall bring the change we need,” And that’s how he won our poor hearts. I remember, his words, That engraved his name, in our poor hearts, We sang it all day round, We praised him, we carried him all around, We trusted him, with all our poor hearts, For he had won our poor hears. I remember, that day, All old and young, lined up only for him, With high hopes, we voted him, With high expectations, we voted him, With all our poor hearts, we voted him, For he had already won our poor hearts. I remember, vividly well, Those five years passed, nothing fulfilled, The poor got poorer, the rich became richer, The hungry got hungrier, the jobless became more, But the promises were alive, in our poor hearts, And so, he won our poor hearts once again! I also know, very well, That five years have passed now, nothing fulfilled, Elections are nigh, I see him now, His tummy has grown, it swings as he walks like a duck, The promises are still ripe in our hearts, Shall he again , win our poor hearts? The promises give us life, we treasure them, That’s how we get hope, that someday, The promises shall be fulfilled, And that’s how we manage to survive, Even when we lose , to empty promises, Shall we lose again? Oh, our poor hearts!