“Promises are only as strong as the person who gives them …” ― Stephen Richards

“Broken vows are like broken mirrors. They leave those who held to them bleeding and staring at fractured images of themselves. (pg. 161)” ― Richard Paul Evans, Promise Me      

“Don’t make any promises that you can’t keep” ― Ann Marie Aguilar      

        Naked.

Naked they stand.

Head shorn of wires.

Praetorian guards at the gates

Fakery and failed promises gate.

 

Four years ago,

They came with their promises

It was the seasons of votes

Our votes they needed then

 

And

How they sweet talked us.

Vote us in;

And there will be light!

Your hamlet will have

Ina monamona!’*

We‘ll turn here to

Little London!

 

We turned our faces off them

And thumbed our noses at them

Then they brought them

The praetorian guards.

With fanfare and ceremony they did

Sheepishly we lined up at the booth.

And they ignored our votes

Our votes they ‘kuku’ don’t count

Nor do our votes count.

So over the years,

The guards stood;

Reminding us of our foolery

And promises not kept.

 

* Electric light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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