On Election Day

People personify democracy.
D-Day is decision day.
Independence day? For some, nay!
Tyranny of the majority, they say!

Can it be true for vox populi?
Is it the looming fatality of the oligarchy?
When one Athenian shouted: Help me!
How sorry was the response of many.

Cleisthenes had in his mind,
Welfare and fairness for every kind.
Responsibility and duty come with the right.
Radiating from every government’s might.

Everyone goes to a holiday.
The landlords and the squatters don’t delay.
The prince and the pauper with dignity meet.
The prosperous and the poor proudly speak.

Is there equality? What is in actuality?
Who holds the power? Who should now cower?
Where is justice? When will we practice?
Why do people still suffer? How will it be over?

These and more the citizens ask.
The ads and all propagandas do the task.
The strategists and tacticians all agree:
The many ignoramuses make all hell break free.

After the debates, the voters feel informed.
All candidates just conformed:
That everything they say may be untrue,
But their loyalists will fight for them through and through.

Juan and Juana have their ballots cast,
As if learning lessons from the past.
The winners laugh loudest; the losers cry strongest.
People continue to clash: Which one was the finest?