Promise to

Fluttering dothi atop a dais
abolishment of poverty is the name
of the game that's played
on pre-election's noon.

It reverberates in the valleys nearby
cries of awakening fills the heart
the air is agog with anticipation
of a paradise within this world.

Catapulted to glory with a massive mandate
creates a tempest of a different sort
the winds of change passes over
shrouds the town in eerie darkness.

A tottering wall collapses
remnant of a much battered phrase
it's clear again but somebody's blown
last heard had clung to a chair
that landed a thousand mile away.