The Great Hut Poem by Hassan Abdulsalam

They came to us,
City by city they marched,
Town by town, village by village,
Even the forgotten hamlets
Felt their footsteps.
They came clothed in promises,
Speaking the language of hope,
Painting dreams of euphoria
They never intended to fulfill.
With "peanuts" in their hands,
They bought silence,
And called it progress.
Yet the same circle turns,
Again and again,
Every four years
We watch the play repeat itself.
So when shall we rise together,
Sit as one in the "great hut, "
And finally break this cycle?
Or perhaps
It was designed
Never to be broken.