Holding the Inked Finger Up..!

It was a gathering in the country of a billion and a quarter, There were murmurs and sharp words, but no smiles, chuckles or laughter.

The people were fed up, all those who’d gathered there, “What did you do for us?” they cried to those who sat on the chair.
“We gave our vote, and hoped that you, would do something for us, We were impressed by dreams you sold and all the other fuss.

You said there would be jobs and perks, for all of us today! But looks like all we ever saw, were your smirks coming our way!” 

The representatives elected, didn’t look their voters in the eye, “We cannot understand,” they whispered, “why you weep and why you cry, We have done so much for you, if you’d only look around and see, The roads we have renamed, and built a temple pedigree!

We have looked long and hard and seen, what people loved to eat, And banned that item from your menu, in one absolute feat.

We’ve emptied your wallets, of cash you once carried, And now to the plastic credit card, we see you’re all married!”

But the people, they weren’t convinced and started to shout again, “You’ve given pain, not too much gain and filled us with disdain.

What happened to the fifteen lakhs you promised in our banks? Now we don’t even have the money to fill our petrol tanks!

What happened to the Ache Din, you went on saying we’d get. Give us back our normal days, before e’en that we forget. Instead of bringing peace, in a country like ours today

You’ve let hate and disharmony, in people’s minds hold sway.

The representatives elected, didn’t look their voters in the eye, “We cannot understand,” they whispered, “why you weep and why you cry, We have done so much for you, if you’d only look around and see,

The roads we have renamed, and built a temple pedigree!

We have looked long and hard and seen, what people loved to eat, And banned that item from your menu, in one memorable feat.

We’ve emptied your wallets, of cash you once carried And now to the credit card, we see you’re all married!”

The people sighed, some of them cried, some turned their faces to one side.

All of them knew, all countrywide, that they had been both fooled and lied, What fools we are they thought to think that rosy days would come, When all that was ever planned was give roses to some chosen some.

But as they hold inked finger up, those billion and a quarter, Suddenly from those on the chair, there’s fear, no smiles or laughter..!

Robert Clements is a newspaper columnist and author. He blogs at www.bobsbanter.com and can be reached at bobsbanter@gmail.com