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
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