My Ballot Paper
I have long waited
This sunny day
To chide myself
Should I cast for this clown
Who with dripping mouth
Sang his electorate his ambitions?
Or this home-made angel
Who with wings of kites
Would myrrh his disciples?
And then again I wonder
Should the heavens rock
Who will restrain the storm?
So I take the little ballot
And with raging words
In verse expend my anguish!
Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2013
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