In the biting, freezing, numbing cold Men, women and children collect together Fired up with the zeal, energy and adrenaline Coursing through their veins To support.... A vague thought, a very hazy concept. Democracy? Ideals? Hope for a better future? Security? Few know, understand or comprehend themselves The reason That makes them fervently chant the names Or raise the collective voice That they are chanting and raising. Or the rationale behind why they have put All their cards on the table, so blindly, Yet again. The leaders, however, merrily play With human emotions, feelings and pride. For sport, it seems. They gleefully gamble with the frail hopes And fragile confidence That these masses have in these new sailors Who vow with booming rhetoric To steer the rotting, sinking civic ship Out of the eye of the howling, raging storm. So like all the last leaders, So like all the last sailors. The present days unfold So like all past, similar historical days. How will this gamble pay off? No doubt just like all past gambles. Where the emotions of the millions Are up for grabs, Are up for exploitation. Where the trust of a nation, Broken and pieced together so many times over the past decades, Prepares to be broken yet another time. In a third world nation No hollow promises can heal the breach, Nor cover the dark, abysmal distances Between the haves and the have-nots. The masses need Education, awareness, security, Basic human dignity, values and respect To reduce the light years between The ruler and the ruled. Does being herded on the roads Like dumb, mindless sheep Freezing and shivering in the cold and the fog Guarantee the fulfillment of empty promises That have never been fulfilled? Alas, history repeats itself..