Election time looms as leaders attempt to persuade populace of truthful oaths,
minds swaying back and forth with sprinkles of cynicism.
Desperate to grasp greedy hands on dominion's currency,
to feather own nest rather than that of empire,
heartfelt speeches of pledges bloom as petals unfurl.
Guarantees of lower prices for everyday goods,
manipulate and monopolise thoughts of the masses.
Strangled in hypnotic faith for better future,
crowds seem mesmerised as ballot slips are filled.
Time reveals deceit as prices skyrocket
leaving us to rue at leisure of scribbled folly.
Yet another chance will eventuate as flares of remembered trickery surfaces,
as smell of burning onions waft from barbeques where duplicity is dismissed.
Author notes
1. Flaming Onions of Regrets sprouting in Political Promise Gardens
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A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
525 points, ended March 20, 2008, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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hmph. i didnt really understand this poem. whats it about? what does it mean? many large and graceful words but none that i understand completely. very well written all the same.
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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A Profound statement containing the truth regarding the political process as it is today!
Well Done and best of luck in the contest! -
this is powerfully penned for the prompt and captures alot of deep thought in it. i love this well done gran
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