November 8th 2016


They say an election is a battleground
To elect the lesser evil. Acidic words were exchanged
Accusations possessed sinews and wings
Rhetoric was belligerent and truth-drifted
As tongues were slashing swords
And rib cages were armored shields
Bouncing off acryl words

Here, there is only enough room
For a comb-over or a power skirt
And that piece of American pie, tasted by millions
And sung by the Don, will only lament
The looming Armageddon

Of the day democracy finally died.


Published by

meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld.

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