VOTES VERSUS MONEY
(SIX HAIKU REFLECTIONS)
Our minority,
Is as poor as poor is:
Theirs are just as rich
Don’t beg me money.
Know that my vote is priceless:-
Lives lost getting it:-
Thus beg for my vote,
In winning democracy:
Money can’t buy it:-
Our minority
Will continue to support
Getting out the vote.
Begging for the vote,
Will get more support than the
Begging for money.
Our democracy
Can’t be purchased with money:
Seek votes to win it:-
Let ballots rise like morning light,
Not shadows cast in silent night.
Let every voice be freely heard,
Each promise kept, each counted word.
No fear, no force, no hidden hand,
Should twist the will across the land.
For power gained through honest choice
Gives hope its strength, gives peace its voice.
When votes are true and justice stands,
The nation rests in trusted hands.
For freedom lives where fairness reigns—
And democracy its soul retains.
A donation of currency given
Removed democracy
Behind the lamb
All were without food
A parable in time?
Outside of Copernicus and Erwin Schrödinger
Evasion equation removed a sound mind
Proof of antitrust in
The contrapositive
Being Borrowed by Sasha for film
VOTER AWARENESS AND POLITICAL WINDS
I
As the American
Political world turns,
Its winds of change
Are blowing with
An enormous increase
In voter pressure:-
To determine the direction
In which these winds blow,
Ironically, the political
Pressure gradient force
Of the political parties,
Seems to be focused
On money, rather than
Political ideology:-
Thus, let us voters
Be ever mindful that
It is our vote, that is the sun
That determines the directions
Of the political wind forces
Seeking to navigate the nation:-
II
Though we’re poor,
Our votes are priceless;
More valuable than is Gold,
And indeed, much more powerful:-
Yet, political parties still focus more
On begging the poor for money,
Rather than how they will help us
Survive trials and tribulations:-
III
In awareness of the power of the vote,
And the audacious capitalistic mendacity
0f politically begging money from those
Trying to survive their cost of living, must
Now be met with this guided awareness:
Let them now seek to earn our votes:-
I have work up in the bed,
After getting results in my head,
For votes between Mathayo and Ditrick Richard,
Can I tell you what's goes ahead?
Do you really want to know?
Who has came president in the law,
Just cool, I will go very slow,
In my next stanza which will flow.
Name started with D, ended with K,
His name is DI TRI CK,
He has got a lot of ticks,
He has came winner in the week.
Congrats to him for leadership to pick,
Opposers are no longer strong than weak,
Some got strock and they become sick,
Losing the sit, they could not think.
Today's rain is more of a doom,
But why not just spare my own room?
You just poured in without a shame
So, who will then take this your blame?
Tho', where I live is a jungle,
My life needs not be this bungled,
Because this flood was just a lot,
This is not just based on my thought.
Its' anger was unleashed too pure,
Though, not only to us, the poor,
Those at Lekki bought their own shares,
Their riches brought them their scares.
Tho' pained, but not by my soaked book,
But by the food I was to cook,
They were all soaked by this mean crook,
That turned my room to a deep brook.
My hunger cried, as the rain poured,
Everything swam, as the sky mourned,
Hunger came, as salary cried,
Debts begged, as the month-end sighed.
A brand new candidate got elected
The present incumbent got ejected
Lambasted and rejected
‘Tis another novel dawn in America
‘Tis another extraordinary day at the plaza
Of love, unity, justice, far from any drama.
The streets are full of happy citizens
The children are playing safely in the streets
Bring the flags; bring the food and the sheets
To have festive barbeques under the tents
‘Tis the time to be elated
A new President got anointed.
There is a patriotic rainbow in the sky
America's nightmare is indisputably over
Our hope is well, reborn, alive and high
‘Tis another dawn of togetherness and power
Power to the People who've been yearning for better days
Long live America! It's time to wane the blaze and the haze.
Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Do not waste your vote, all say
But, who shows the right way?
All politicians are fully corrupt
The Nation may face bankrupt
If you elect kindly Mr. X
He will be weak in sex
On the other hand Mr. Y
Will make Justice die
If you make your vote invalid
Again you prove to be stupid
As someone will put your vote
This you may not even note
When cut-throat people rule
They will make you a fool
In case you are educated
Your ideas will be cremated
Luck alone will place you there
Where Justice will prevail sir
In case you are not that lucky
Country will make you panicky.
Debaters may boast who talks the most, but the most votes, ladies and gents,
are won with the most common sense, and a dollop of dollars and cents.
Submitted Friday the 13th of May 2022, for the “Killing with an Epigram Poetry Contest” sponsored by Margarita Lillico
Pandering For Votes
Tom’s Opinion
July 17, 2021
Our country is filled with protesters, and activist’.
Many, filled with hate, are motivated by feelings of entitlement.
Their hunger is never quenched,
and a helping hand has become a way of life.
They quench their thirst from a pool
fed by the success of others.
Politicians give away tax dollars
through some program under the guise of helping the poor,
but it’s all about pandering for votes.
They know, you seldom bite the hand that feeds you.
Socialist believe everything should be doled out by big brother.
But I agree with Ian Steward Richardson who said it best,
“There are only two places socialism works-
one is in a beehive, and the other is in an ant hill.”
1 Timothy 5:8
“But if any provide not for his own, and specially for those of his own house, he hath denied the faith, and is worse than an infidel.”
King James Version (KJV)
I’ve felt the stir of resolution
to throw off careless greed.
I’ve heard the soothing voice of reason,
long thought to be extinct.
So pound your plowshares into words,
turn your anger into votes.
Let’s march together towards sanity,
reclaiming fragile future’s hope.
The political party is a pot
Brewing beer not of barley
Preserved for the toppers not the lot
It is a beer to convince by deception to pry
Upon the minds of the lot
The powers of the political party steer
Mainly gained through the intoxication
After partying with the beer
Maliciously present party prediction
Based on the lot’s vulnerability and fear
The powers of the political party steer
The over-ambitious manifesto brewed in the pot
And the lot get intoxicated with this beer
Made of poly-tricks and propaganda of a sort
Then power is granted to the party by the lot’s votes out of fear
Then the manifesto becomes a shelf occupant
Bearing in mind their bellies, bullies, bribery, and bureaucracy,
Finding definitions for their inabilities, and plant
In the lot the hope for the future of a true democracy
While they gather our coffers for their future like the ant.
All the ghouls come out for Halloween
to ask you for your vote.
With their sticks and signs
sure to hammer their line
in the chance to be your goat.
Where their passion's lost
for the greater sign
that will dazzle your eyes in bloat.
And their colors blind to the popular mind
that the issues are all mote.
And you ask yourself
how could I go on
in a world too dumb to vote
Where the scariest thing
you know to ring - is the answer
will come post-mote.
When you ask yourself
How could I have vote
for the man I thought was right
When you know you live
for the man outside
with his hammer going down in fright.
Ghana vote tomorrow
Peace we need not sorrow
Comedy everywhere not horror
Our choice be reflected like a mirror
Who so ever wins we follow as our hero
Turn not our birthplace into queues and terror
For that is the only country we have to cope
Her abundance in peace we can live and hope
Let go not the peace that keeps us united like a rope
Else each and every one of us would be bound to drop
And that will be indeed a cavity in the bone marrow
A fight is a fight even with that of the pillow
In prayer congregation we are gathered for the polls to be peaceful
So that the future of the generations yet unborn would be successful
And the future of this great and wonderful nation would be colourful
We pray for peace and peace is that which we all crave for in sections
let there be peace before, during and after the elections
God bless our home land Ghana
theyer music beat
they speak
its hope
so don't poke
this is not a joke
get up if you have to
walk
VOTES TALK
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