Treasure Island

Nasarudheen.P. Parameswaran

(8.8.1952 / Manakad)

My Lord, My Brothren

Our land, our sand, our hand, my Lord,
Goes to election and selection of rulers
My Lord, give us strength to reject
Might of money and muscle of the tempters.

My Lord, keep all criminals away from
Contesting in fray of wild wide elections.
Crazy we are of Liberty stick to
Democrats of some quality in them.

Oh, brethren, why can’t wink at
Dealers dropped in party parachutes?
Why can’t we, elect village leaders
Who live with us entwine among us?

Our vote not to waste but cast in
As soon the Sun beams open the booths.

Submitted: Thursday, October 24, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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  • Ken E Hall (11/19/2013 6:44:00 PM)

    Not easy to elect the best... a heart warming poem from the heart of a man who stands for the rights of his fellow man nice to read...regards (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (10/24/2013 10:50:00 AM)

    Yes, we have to exercise our sacred right of franchise to elect the right kind of leaders to lead our nation to true Democracy and real progress, without fear or favour! A poem of great patriotic fervour! (Report) Reply

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