Here's a poem, "Revolutionary Changes", which I wrote in the late 80's. The National Elections begin in earnest on 10th May 2010. I suppose, this poem would, in some way, be related to what's going on in the Philippines:
Banners and flags waving, expressing messages,
Loudhailers deafening the sound of changes,
Those unknown reasons, peaceful and unpredictable,
What makes it awesome can be added to scruples.
Leaders plead for people to be patient,
reforms and changes are difficult to achieve,
no first timers can ever conceive
ideas of old tricks, changes unfit.
Cries of dismay and cries of anger,
a bloody revolution can provoke too much danger,
but people brave and people determined
others secrets exposed, conclusions begin.
Dictators and dictatorships fall over silently,
from disgrace to oblivion they're handed quietly
to authorities and soldiers, policemen and judges
a shade of their links to them may or may not matter.
Authoritarians and autocrats enjoy a lifestyle,
where many can only smirk and smile,
what they really know to be deceit and lies
ordinary folks could only cling to unwanted spies.
What an extraordinary thought it is, when
powerful people get together in tens,
no matter what the political ambience may bring,
justifying the dialogue will never be a sting.
The passage of time would soon be realised,
as day-to-day changes are routinely scrutinised,
People from the top and people from the bottom
war and suppression could, once again, drop like an atom.
You're there to watch as time take its toll.
Environment and pollution, to hell with it all,
high-tech and computers immensely diverse,
yuppies and the phoney will share the universe.
Business, as usual, they begin changing tactics,
ideals and dogma flaunting their antics,
roundtable conferences signifying a vacuum,
of earth-bound cronyism, formalising the dictum.
"Revolt!" they shout, they take to the streets,
"People Power" it is, stamped on the sheets,
of newspapers and magazines, TV screens and films,
joyous faces crowding, chanting in the realm.
Revolution can be sweet as well as romantic,
flowers and prayers and burning candlesticks,
dissidents and church-goers are dragged and ruthlessly kicked,
as believers of truth they gather on the streets.
Bloodless it may be, bloody it can be,
peaceful the revolt, or fleeing on to the sea,
of dead mangled bodies being carried away,
what must be the end, revolutions can still sway.
Revolution, revolution, let it be said,
believers of this are reminded in bed,
before getting up, or looking in the mirror,
leaders of true revolts shouldn't blur people's vision.
Vision for the future after revolutions,
could hurt the population as well as institutions,
casual changes, believing them to be harmless,
the real crunch lies, when they start to hamper.
Reforms there will be, changes and scrutiny,
a piece of paper promises no bounty,
of fate and freedom,liberty and honour,
the will
of the people overtakes all horrors.