1. OF POLLS AND POLITICIANS
Hurray! Hurray! Hurray for May, the merriest month of the year is now here.
No school to worry, just think of where to debauch of another days’ fiesta.
Picnics, beach parties, Flores de Mayo, carnivals, turumbas and festivals altogether,
As feast days of various saints born this May, all coincide and collide with each other.
But wait, you forgot that another great happening is in the offing.
Radios, Newspapers, Televisions all join the ad explosion for the election.
So many characters, (shady or sunny, veteran or amateur, wise or immature) are running,
So the natives are restless, confused and agog. Who will win? Hold your horses or betting?
Campaign managers decided to declare an open season, for smear-ad propagandas and character assassinations.
Shoot down a candidates’ image as a holy idol or icon.
Accuse a candidate as a mugger, bugger, murderer or destroyer of the nation.
The people will never know, get an idea or clue, not even an inkling of a notion.
Political butterflies they are called, whom flit and flutter from political partner to partner,
As they sample each juicy offer, Party lines they are not noted respecters.
Candidates accused as political prostitutes took umbrage at this unfair insinuation.
Instead of lying down as harlots naturally do their best in this working position.
Nonetheless the candidate stood up to demand an apology, or otherwise the accuser will be sued in court to perdition.
So you want to enjoy this season? Come with me to a political rally.
Fireworks of the real and verbal kind are already in explosion, and before we miss anything let’s hurry.
I hope it’s a ‘Zarzuela’, but whether the star of the show is the real actor/actress or the politician if you ask me, I really don’t know.
They all speak the same anyway, promising food, shelter, jobs, security and what have you.
In entertainment galore the real issues are drowned out by histrionics and cacophony.
Pssssst…the secret to a politicians’ forte, is to take dancing and singing lessons seriously.
Shades of Marius and Sulla, the historical characters from Colleen McCullough’s epic book.
Their unbridled ambition to be “primus inter pares” plunged the whole nation into a vicious civil war.
Our politicians who feel cheated already threaten to go to war, so that if they do not win, violence to their opponents and cohorts in due time is not far.
So help me and guide me to whichever way do I go from here?
To take a leaf from “The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam”
“Could you and I with Him conspire?
To grasp these sorry scheme of things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits,
And then remold it nearer to our hearts desire?”
These inspiring lines had me decided to join the fray.
It’s so much fun and enjoyable anyway.
So that, (even if its just a dream), I think I will run for the Presidency.
2. OF POLLS AND THE VOTER
He came out to cast his vote.
Sluggish, too early, he took note.
The last minute ‘miting de avance’ yesterday,
Must have made them overslept today.
A trickle of people begun the queue,
A spray of leaflets outside the precinct flew.
“Where is the vote buyer,” he thought, “he is overdue,
But then he saw another he knew.
When they started to negotiate he prayed.
It was a sin he had just made.
“But its just money,” He said. “Not murder or treachery.”
A host of dead heroes raged; they who died for Freedom and Liberty.
A pollster outside asked him
“Whom did you vote, them, them or them?”
“I am not of this precinct.” He said. “Excuse me I’m in a hurry.”
Because he has four more votes to cast before the end of the day.
Countless voters like him today,
Threw askew the poll survey result in jeopardy.
The kingmakers’ gloat and glee like mad hatters,
My country now belongs to: the terrorist, crime financiers and drug pushers.