My Name Is Ed
I've just tasted the politics of the land
with the same tongue
that yesterday chanted political slogans
for a diseased bunch of shenanigans
driving the political wagon with an expired license,
I don't care if the first lady of Graceland,
who fell short of God's grace in her political quest,
gets a double bunk bed at Chikurubi maximum prison
Who cares now,
I've got the keys to the State house in my breast pocket
Who cares what my two hands
held before holding the president by the collar
My left hand holds a black book of shared history
yet still the right hand holds the keys to the State house,
With a motorcade of my own
destined towards where the people's wishes lie
My name is E.D
the prescribed medicine to the political madness
of black barbaric bastards baptized in the black blood
of their unsuspecting brothers,
a black barbarian bespectacled brother on the same list as Banana
brooding brutality, corruption and enmity in the streets
Hey, my name is E.D
I'm the new face of the same old revolutionary party
they say i am to lead a highly educated nation of citizens
who graduated with a Masters degree in corruption during the black out
Pardon me fellow countrymen,
i did not come to play the Zuma game
I have a new motto
where the shenanigans wants me to write the old party slogan
I owe you all for the 18 November toi-toi
which birthed this new political dispensation
Sorry i owe the General a joy ride for starting up the engine,
I owe the youths the promised jobs
before they could cast an x on the ballot paper
I hear they say i owe the paparazzi camera just a smile
i owe the ZEC officials a thorough talking to
before they get to spoil the meal
If i can trust you with a little secret
I owe myself a visit to the Chiadzwa mining fields
to take a closer look at the glittering diamonds
I've always watched from a distance
Keep your fingers crossed
I'm here to heal the wounds
my fellow Comrades inflicted upon the national face
Hey, my name is E.D
I've just tasted the politics of the land
I owe my loyalty to the constitution of Zimbabwe,
So help me God...
Loyalty? ...i remember that word,
Loyalty.....
Ummmm, i guess that's just where the poem should end
Copyright © Edward Dzonze | Year Posted 2018
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