The Ballot

THE BALLOT The time is here Mortals racing, gliding and running Their minds in the backyard Five months to the mark. I must make it, they say! Pot bellied men angles the cake, A stumble, a ramble then a shake But, there is only one way out. Only one house on the hill. Am taken aback Memories of chaos, slaughter and murder Ghost leaving, to curse and haunt Our women cry at Lords long departed A cry, a scream then a numb Blood oozes, our collective guilt. To what end For how long , Sacrifice our souls at the altar of wrongs Unity be our shield and defender So says our national creed Mind our brothers Wisely, we should choose our leaders Your vote, your secret