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The unpresidential Man of the Hour

A man unpresidentially known for the showerhead Msholozi, the man in charge of singlehandedly running a nation into crisis With him at the helm the public anxiously watches as the state of things degenerate The rand has slumbered, corruption trivialised and unemployment popularised Numeric’s play trickery on his unknowing tongue And in his mind’s eye rules of grammar are easily ignored Unpopular for his uninspiring speeches and refusal to obey protocol A man who unapologetically lives above the constitution without fail Without resolve he spends his term in office under the guise of ignorance A generous man whose time is easily spend trying to resolve crises in countries outside our shores He gets to lead a life of privilege without burning a sweat He carries on blindly without taking any responsibility while the rest suffer the consequence The unjust Msholozi hypocritically lives above the law but expects others to obey The threat of prison bars didn’t hold him down because his connections served him right A smart man with a dedicated entourage of followers to defend his malice From the safety of his chambers he observes like Big Brother leading a nation to its downfall As things spiral down he generously extents the rope to which the economy hangs itself Cynically he laughs off his critics while the believers fan off the opposition He doesn’t get his hands dirty since willing volunteers fight his battles The booing and anger from a nation divided never unsettles this comrade Without shame he takes merit from the achievements of others He doesn’t worry about his endless failures since his inactions are blamed on the past After all, he’s a diligent leader living in a utopian valley where all his citizens are satisfied He sees no wrong, hears no concerns and does nothing to improve the nature of things An unscrupulous man who dishonourably musk’s his failures by claiming what others have earned At the sound of his voice the martyrs who selflessly fought for this freedom turn from their graves Hi puppets continue to defend him like a messiah filling his silences with bombastic defences He’s set in his questionable ways and is undeterred by motions of no confidence Like the mafia his enemies are harshly eliminated from the face of politics but friends handsomely rewarded

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 1/21/2016 9:10:00 PM
REBONE, Awesome Poem, thanks for sharing **SKAT**
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