The numbers are slowly turning to names,
At first distant, some known for their work,
Some were friends of friends,
Some distant relatives that (I) never met,
The stream is becoming a rivulet, soon may become a deluge,
While the enemy silently runs amock,
Powers to be are busy with their games,
The names are still numbers to them,
Their priorities are askew, they don’t feel the pain,
They fear more losing their grip on power,
Elections and campaigns are their fun,,
Till the names at the end of the numbers are their own,
Oh heaven, why have you opened your floodgate so wide,
Have the lost souls abandoned you,
And you are filling your coffers playing the number game?
The second wave, if one can call it that, of COVID-19 has become rampant in India. Government that had become complacent was caught with its pants down. Everyday news from home carries names of people that I knew. Some I had met, some I wanted to, some I haven’t. This poem is just a cry of anguish.
Weary we all after a long, nasty campaign
Election is over but peace has not returned
Apprehension grips the minds of many
Reluctantly though they will have to face the fact
Yearning for what could have been is worthless
Weary to the bones those who lost hope
End of a beautiful dream long nurtured
And who knows when the stars align next
Right when becomes wrong it’s a danger sign
Yet it’s not the time to abandon hope
Weary but will rejuvenate and reconvene
Ending inequality and injustice is a pledge
Answer to our quests will come
Rights that were earned won’t be trampled
Yes we can, yes we will fight to reverse the wrong
At long last election campaign was over, election day came and went. We now have a president elect. Whether we like him or not, that does not matter. The law of the land does not recognize the winner on the basis of popular votes, but that’s the law of the land. If the majority does not like the law, then the majority needs to work towards repealing that law. However, approximately 42% of eligible voters decided to stay home. As a result the winner was elected by the votes of about a quarter of the eligible voters and will now decide the fate of the country for at least four years and his imprints may be there for many more years to come due to the possibility of selecting justices of his choice for SCOTUS.
None of the above bothers me. As many had said before, in a democracy people gets the government it deserves.People had made their choices one way or the other or not to vote. What bothers me is the lingering impact of the nastiness of the long drawn out election campaign. The campaign had worn out the people. People had become weary of politics. What one should remember that once pandora’s box is opened, the curse is out and it is very difficult to put it back again. There is no whitewashing the fact that the genei of hatred that had been unleashed during the campaign is just politics. Kristallnacht was not just politics. It should be a warning to those who lost hope not to be weary but to be on guard that history does not repeat. It is better to engage than to be weary and lose heart. It is a given that in a political system where winner takes all, somebody is going to lose something. Protesting injustice is a right in democracy but protests need to be used judiciously. People who say that the law of the land must be respected and obeyed need to be reminded, if needed, over and over again that not very long ago segregation was the law of the land, slavery was the law of the land. If the law is unjust, it needs to be changed. It behooves us not to be weary, not to retreat, but to engage. Engage with the 42% that chose to stay home and not vote, engage with those who for one reason or other chose to vote for the winner. Engagement is needed to make the silent majority a vocal majority to stand for what is right. Being weary of the nastiness of the campaign is not going to take care of business.
I could have gone on and on. However I have a deadline and the clock is ticking. In another half an hour, it’s going to be midnight and I will miss the deadline to post my poem for Write Anything Wednesday. So here is the word for my poem starting with “W” for week forty two of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”, WEARY.
This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Nov-16-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings