End the Blame

O people and the power that you have pomp has ebbed all breath strangled polls are nigh Duty weighs on your soul to pick a lowly servant the obedient one who comes not to squander but to replenish our fruit All blame on the settler's sojourn yet my father brings snake for fish All burden to mother in nursing all this while Ballot has laced our conversations with nothing but chagrin 50 years on You want to smash the box to look down on the plastic smiles inside to scorn and spit on the enemies of democracy you want to slash them with your tongue and douse servant-cum-king with barren bile Respect our memorandum End the blame by the ballot you will find some worth circumcision some in need of sun to dry green horns Bring your oil on the ripe