Promise! promise! ! promise! ! !
That's all what they give
That's all we have.
Every four years,
We are circled with promises
Our air are clustered with lies
Echoes of deafening fake promises
Are laid as baits to cajole us
Banals coloured with lies are displayed
Castles are built in the sky
Just to get what they want
All is a circle of promises
Instead for the coconut leave to become tender
It becomes harder as it matures
The more they promise,
The more lies are told,
The less we get.
Once they get what they want
They bolt into their chambers
Where they become lords to us
Never to reckon with us
Until another season of deception.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This makes me sad too. Every decade with its own new deceit disguised as fruitful promises. Well written.