Politician
He sang when we sang
Rotund belly defying gravity’s pull
He cried with us, in the rubble of our burnt shacks
She held our babies, wiped their drippy noses
He sang our songs and listened to our stories
She even prayed with us, in front of our shanties and plastic houses
We believed him when he said he’d be back
He’d be back with warm blankets, utensils and food
With shoes, old mattresses and second hand clothes
Donations from kind-hearted ones
We saw her on the black and white televisions in shop windows
We saw him soliciting for our cause
Tears dangling precariously from her eyes
We waited
We knew she would come
We waited
Hoping this time he wouldn’t backtrack
On this promise, like he had numerous times
We waited…
PoP
18 Sep. 09
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