favouring the familiar
Oppressed for half a century, people forgot themselves. Staggering lost identity. Released, but feeling expelled.
Can one yearn for what’s forgotten, casting a conscious choice? Parties rolled dice of human bones, gambling liberty’s voice.
One candidate would advocate unions, the press and arts. Opposing stood the status quo’s familiar darkened heart.
No victory toll for liberty. Silence shackled the island. Born in a cage, yearn for the cage. Voters clung to their tyrants.
