Political Interventions From Abroad

Sit there in formations with assumption Our elected representatives by the nation From principles of awareness and wisdom To welcome, the return of common sense Clad in white from stains of their past As they sigh deep and hollow from days Gone in rivers of blood and fire, they claim Crossed we have these roads, What blood and fire, my friends The old rhetoric and now the reconciliation Modes have changed, but remain the same The way they operate, with indecision Election of leaders, the task so unfamiliar And difficult, to practise and to formulate Where is your structure and where is merit Or is it just the old will written in haste Will decide, of what we you are and we They say we will choose, with arrival Of an eighteen year old boy, Or from galleries of commerce and civilization Not much he knows or the world around him Only the ways of Pharaohs and dictators In prevalence, the old modes of power And they say it’s the party of the people In strange ways, we have assumed These principles upon ourselves Fruits of favouritism and approach Why is it you cry, my friend? What is it you have lost, my nation? From created vacuum and of created confusion These are our politicians, now willing to work Lessons well learnt with perfect handshakes And deals struck, in haste and in fear Fools you are if you still don’t understand Only time will tell but not them The truth, for once in this lifetime Or next, as this euphoria hits us! Kashkin