Elections!

A five year ordeal,
A wealthy contest.
The liar wins often,
Beating the honest.
Votes they want,
From the poor folk.
Votes they get,
At the altar of broke.
A tale which is cyclic,
A dream which is reality.
With trust as a card,
The game is played swiftly.
Your life is paramount,
So they say in speech.
Ask them after polls,
Maybe on their holiday in greece.
A five year ordeal,
Which is over in an eye's blink.
For me and without,
A government I daren't think.
In hope days pass now,
Sensex looks up to cash rich cow.
The dance will end in defeat of many,
I hope this time its not you and me.