Election Time In My Town

There is no peace in the nights Leave alone what the days hold Money and liquor are spinning They have more value than gold Vehicles of many brands and sizes Whizz past the shops lifting dusts Sometimes they gather in fields, Sometimes amidst slums and huts Colored festoons bearing symbols Litter the roads, fields and streets Loudspeakers blare long speeches Poor men dance to the drum beats Schools and offices are vacated, Play grounds are turned in to forts It is election time in my small town People queue up to cast their votes