Disposable Pawns

The party candidate shouted into the microphone, rousing the crowd with each syllable. He talked about how they would vanquish the opposition. He talked about the better life they were going to enjoy in his second term.

Everyone cheered and clap; ten thousand voices chanting the party slogan. No one asked why his party was better than the other party. No one asked what 'better life' meant and why they didn't experience it in his first time.

The party candidate dropped the microphone, eager for the cool air of his air-conditioned jeep. Most of the people at the rally knew nothing about governance or politics but it didn't matter. They were simply unknown soldiers, disposable pawns in the grand scheme of things. Whatever he spent on them would be reaped in hundred folds when he returned to the seat of power. He only needed them for that long.