This is an election

Herojit Philem

This is an election, and we fight
We kill our brethren
Our mothers cry; we cry.

This is an election, and it sold us
At a drop of wine,
At a piece of meat.

We care not who becomes the leader.
We are threatened with bullets.
We are tempted with money.

We are given fake promises.
But we have hope for a better life
And we believe our elected leader will do the best.