By Elizabeth Alaine
All around my vicinity,
Litters the reminders of lost victory and won battles.
In the clouds lay their heart gripping promises.
The sound of cheers and echoes of wails fill the atmosphere.
The dog have finally been put to sleep,
No one knows its awakening.
The heat of passion freezes in the cold hands of reality.
The sun of a new dawn has set,
There is a new name in town.
Stamping feet and folded hands,
Expectations are near explosion.
The silent room is filled with celebration and mourning.
The hustlers are back on track.
The feared future is now past
Decorum rules.
The prayer of the righteous receives light.
There is peace.
The confused and convinced become spectators.
Walking in the street,
Counting the roofs,
Hope has found home in our hearts.
The stars are glancing at the sun.
The memories are fast fading.
All I see are Torn Posters
