Five years have flown, standing in this line,
In an old school’s corridors, where whispers intertwine,
Excited murmurs, changing tides of opinion’s sway,
As we await the chance to shape tomorrow’s day.
Some dressed in finery, others weary from their toil,
Yet all here share a common hope, a shared resolve to boil,
Beneath the sun’s warm embrace, in winter’s golden hue,
We stand in our quest, each with dreams anew.
In my mind, a reel of memories begins to play,
Of queues past, of ballots cast, of hope’s bright ray,
But in these five fleeting years, much has changed its course,
Economy’s decline, scarcity’s grip, calamities remorse.
Flood and drought, hand in hand, wreak havoc without relent,
Amidst the chaos, hopes falter, trust begins to dent,
Institutions stumble, systems fail, leaving people lost,
From healthcare woes to education costs.
Anarchy looms, accusations fly, the judiciary’s charade,
Roads barricaded, lockdowns enforced, in a relentless tirade,
In this turmoil, humanity’s worth, a currency to be weighed,
As citizens once more queue, their voices are relayed.
Yet amidst this cycle of hope and disillusionment’s despair,
We stand firm in our belief, in a regime that’s fair,
A regime for progress, for the nation’s sake,
With every vote cast, a vow to remake.
But as I stand in this line, I cannot help but ponder,
Are we optimists, or naive dreamers who wander?
For we elect with trust, only to see promises fade,
And yet, in the next election, we once more wade.
So here we stand, in this line once more,
With hearts filled with hope, yet minds unsure,
In the cycle of democracy’s ebb and flow,
We cast our votes, and only time will show.
