Don't Make Promises You Can't Keep
In the heart of the islands, where turquoise seas sing,
The people dream of justice, of a fairer, better thing.
But year by year, the cycles repeat,
Promises made, but never complete.
I. The Golden Words
Campaign banners line the streets, vibrant and tall,
Voices thunder in halls, hope rebounding off every wall.
“Jobs for the youth! Schools that inspire!
Hospitals equipped, and the wages higher!”
Their lips drip honey, their words gilded with gold,
The people clap and cheer, young and old.
For every tear, they offer a dream,
But dreams, we learn, are not what they seem.