Elections

Tis the season to be one With the common man Philosophy and faith they'll quote Whichever softens you to give the vote Suddenly their schedule isn't as busy And their telephone lines now go through easy Suddenly their office doors swing open That you walk in and walk out with promises of heaven And a reminder that you remember your kinsman As you indeed would consider your son Billboards and garments bear some face On all roads their guzzlers pace With or without song and dance We somehow conspicuously capture their glance For prey is not attractive for its beauty But a victim of the attacker's pangs on duty So, however low you think you lay So captivating are you especially this day You are not that hidden, so be tactful They aim at the heartfelt, so be mindful Let God lead your decision That you obtain His exactitude with precision That your discernment approaches refinement To distinguish between hope and excitement Men are in cutthroat contention for the gates To determine the opening and closing of fates Pray that like wheat we are not sifted Proclaim that the ancient gates be lifted That love may be restored and so may God's Lampstand That the world may yield to Heaven's demand. K. Muitherero.