The Ballot

Another year
Another ballot
And so I stand again
I stand to be their leader,
Their envoy and their friend
I sign my name with an eager arm
So I may not back out
But who would
Which wimp would go against their word?
Everyone’s here
Except for one
Probably hiding
Away in another world
His hands trembling with fear
He hangs his head in shame
Tears streaming down his face
He could not stand in front of them
We all fill with dread
As the favourite strides in
He’s confident
He has no speech
He chucked it in the bin
The hall starts to get busy
SILENCE!
The speeches are heard.
They all mean nothing to the crowd
Apart from the odd promise of sweats or no homework
Then the crowd cheers
The favourite is on the stage
I wonder what speech he will do.
But no it’s a Mexican wave
The wave dances around the room
The great hall shakes with the children’s ecstasy
I think how I would ever do that
For I am not their friend
It’s all a big popularity contest
And the favourite won it in the end

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