Nearer My God To Thee

When dark election clouds gather at the horizon The heart trembles and jumps into the mouth And the spirit crawls and hides in sun’s shadows The poor soul starts humming; ‘Nearer my God to Thee!’ As my spirit ascends in the sky like a hunting eagle And hyenas haul in the silent night in preparation For the great feast of the land of contested elections All living souls join to sing; ‘Nearer my God to Thee!’ As Election Day draws nearer, shadows of men gather The moon, stars, sun convene in the conference halls above To prepare documents for the processes of accountability While the impotent mime the chorus; ‘Nearer my God to Thee!’ When results are stammered out in the fog of citizen’s mind As Zebras become lions, and squirrels turn into antelopes With the direction of the wind blowing from nowhere to somewhere No one shies away from singing loudly ‘Nearer my God to Thee!’