Election Reality
As glee turns to gloom
In the stroke of a pen
Ballot papers
Crash in the box.
Supporters all cheer
While clenching their fists
And sweat gathers
In socks.
They await the count
As the tellers tot up and tension grows in the room.
Aspirations and hopes
Hang on anxious threads yearning to lift the gloom.
Who can tell the outcome?
The people have spoke!
The arrogant fall.
The certainty broke.
Now’s not the time
For the bold to choke!!
Opher – 8.6.2017
There is always a great deal of excitement around elections. We stay up all night to see our most hated heinous politicians voted out and to await the outcome.
Referendums are even worse.
It doesn’t always work out the right way though. Often we are landed with an obnoxious outcome that we have to swallow. All too often the results go against the dreams we have for the future.
The art is to pick yourself up and continue the fight for what is right.
The dream is not destroyed – merely delayed.
Great poem!
Thanks TJ.