huddled in a corner
of her one room flat
munching some dry biscuits
with a glass of water
the morning light
Seeping through the window panes
shining
into a room bare
a lone mattress on the floor
a crickety fan
a light bulb dangling
last night
the election candidate came
knocking on her door
asking her
to vote for him
promising her
flat upgrading
if she does so
she worries
more
about her next meal
about getting more cartons to sell
she cares not
for the voting
for the elections
for the upgrading
she has no money
anyway
the elections come every four years
the candidates come every four years
inbetween
they leave her alone
they leave her lonely
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