Checkmate. Poem by Denny Moonde

The winds of change could not be restrained.
We, a society that fell for political rhetoric,
In hope for a promise of comfort attained
A historic win ushering in a rule barbaric.

Perhaps a hurried blindness in bestowing our trust
An emotional lust for change to bury the past
Today poorer, in retrospect votes cast in disparity
A reality check; Madness! A costly mistake.

Hope for a better fate is on test
Another five year walk the endless talk
The feeble will not make it to the table
When dinner is served, my vote to kick out this lot.

At what cost is our cause lost?
A society in search for truth
For when they campaigned, we listened
Then we envisioned, now we are disillusioned.

Another wasted term, a neglected society
Shall we in vanity chase sanity?
Those that lead what is the priority?
For us the led another missed opportunity.

In their game am a pawn abused and used
Bruised, grieved amazed. Still unmoved.
Our once loyal suitor turned traitor;
Checkmate. Your term am about to terminate.