Succession

Succession short poem

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Under the shade he spoke vehemently and coherently,
He was cautious to please them and they weren’t late to applause,
Thousands and thousands flocked and the weather not favourite,
They weren’t under shade and drops of rain landed on them,
Children not left out to impress their chosen one,
Lucky ones had plastic bags to cover from the rains,
Ooh poor ones! They were wet and shivering, cycle
Yes their voices were loud and louder to applause their leader,
He was the chosen one they sang.

From a distance I watched, it was the same words uttered,
The same promises a decade ago but the people couldn’t recall,
Shaking my head over a drunk man dancing to the tune of their “chosen one”
The same slogan and music but people sang as it were new all over again,

My eyes met his and he lowered his voice, I wasn’t amused as they were,
I wasn’t dancing to the tune of his music; he slowed down and gazed at me,
He faced down, the crowd moved on praising him, I wished they could see past his words,
A metallic black Benz appeared, off he went covered with an umbrella,
He left to the next station and the same songs, words and promises were told,
Folding my arms, shaking my head again he noticed me,
And off he went to the next station….

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