“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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