POEM/ OUR VOTES THEY WILL SOON SEEK

Bemused i have become,
Of the politicians that abound,
Intellectual depth they lack,
All to their pocket they strive,
As disenchantment from them beclouding our thrive

I ponder and wonder at the lives of people,
To the grandstanding they speak in rhetorics,
They speak with the heart not,
All to their pocket they strive,
As Disenchantment from them beclouding our thrive

Left we are in abject poverty,
In acute frustration we are with life,
Our psyche going haywire,
All to their pocket they strive,
As Disenchantment from them beclouding our thrive

Election in the offing they come,
Cap in hand, seeking our right,
With hand-outs they think it could be bought,
All to their pocket they strive,
As disenchantment from them beclouding our thrive

In four years they stay aloof,
Looking at us with disdain and contempt,
Our lives they tinker not to alleviate,
All to their pocket they strive,
As Disenchantment from them beclouding our thrive

Enough of all these shenanigans,
Our rights we must protect with our might,
Forgetting the transient succour they bring with grandstanding,
All to their pocket they strive,
As disenchantment from them beclouding our thrive

this is a clarion call for all and sundry to rebuff all overtures of monetary gain that will be offered to us and make sure that we take our lives the way we should. How it will turn out to be solely depends on us.