The Meaning Of Politics. Poem by ANKWASA HARLORD

Before he joined the government,
he condemned all the evil deeds of
the government and we praised,
his boldness.

He surely became our hero,
our town streets were full of
his posters only.
he was a god to us:

Elections day came,
and together in unison
we voted him our member of the assemblage,
in his declaration we sang his name
that even the wind and birds joined
sang with us.

Little we knew that,
he was such a friendly devil.
He abandoned his old values,
and became a new dimension.

He started doing the opposite of what he preached
all that he preached,
all that he condemned became part of him
and here I am to ask, is this the meaning of politics?