Pawns

In the R’torical Chessboard we’re Pawns
nursing Our Wounds
of Hopes
Dashed!

Hopeless and Helpless

we Await another Term
when They’ll again come
like Harlots
to claim Our Ballots

Raving on the Dope
of ecstasy, Aroused
by Promises of a new Kingdom
we Hope to ease Our
Suffering and Boredom

Oppressed
by Hunger
Our energy Sapped
by donors, We can only
but pander Our lives to the highest Bidder

now in the Heat of the flawed process,
Our pent-up noises and Pleas for justice,
Are met with bullets
and
Truncheons!

for We are only Pawns in
the R’torical Chessboard
Nursing our pains
Of Hopes
Dashed!