Fragments from election day.

A lantern by daylight in search of an honest man;

We cast our votes

With populist waves that ebb and flow,

And dash in mighty surge on immovable stone.

Millions prayed for change,

As they did five years ago

And five years before that.

The serpent eats its own tail.

Vultures,

Vultures all of them

Watching in wait for the cattle to fall.

There are atrocities done that cannot be taken back,

Vendetta’s settled through the crutch of ideology,

Torture chambers,

Ill luck and black cats,

Skulls piled high with nail through bone,

Empty rounds still rattling inside

Tyre burned,

Resting eternal in unmarked mass slumber.

But that was a lifetime ago,

And time and red-kiln-fire melts it away

From our collective memory.

May the lord have mercy on us all.