We've just spent a couple of days chasing around Georgia with Mikheil Saakashvili's motorcade, watching him take his high-tech campaign for re-election to the provinces. In the town of Bolnisi, a middle-aged man was waiting patiently by the stage with a framed picture of Saakashvili meeting some American dignitaries. He was hoping Misha would sign it for him. He had also written a poem about his hero, and he wasted no time in reading it to us:Oh, Misha Saakashvili!
The protector of the poor and miserable!
You are a rising moon, a piece of the Georgian sun
You don't need anything that doesn't belong to you,
You are happy with what you have
Oh, the one born of a Georgian mother,
Brought up with Georgian milk!
You will never be afraid of raising your voice,
Wielding the sword of Saakadze [Georgian hero] left and right
When you think about your country,
You have tears in your eyes
Oh God, give a long life to our hope,
Misha Saakashvili!
Our comrade, photographer Justyna Mielnikiewicz, was with us that day, and her excellent slideshow of campaign-trail images is featured on the Eurasianet website here.
