Election Time Poem by krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

Election time is here
The same old devils
Back on our sidewalk walls
Pasted, grinning at you and me
For the fools that we have so been
Now again, seeking your kind indulgence
Once more, your so called precious vote
And suddenly you feel mighty important
Very important after a long spell of impotence
For the past half a decade or so
As they merrily looted and scooted
Raised their perks and privileges
All in the name of being a peoples servant
A servant travelling in red beacon lit limos
Travelling abroad to solve the famine here
Which made farmers die, workers starve
And doing so forth everything in your name
Or in my name - we the impotent faceless
Multitude of voters who select and elect
Hoping against hope, the need for change
But repeating the same old tragic story
Not learning any new lessons
Not bothering to refresh past ones
A generation of zombies.........