Freedom is coming tomorrow
Mind not your past sorrow
For money we shall borrow
To fill our last burrow
Election! It’s out time
To care of even those without a dime
And when life tastes like lime
Remember it is we who can make it thyme
All false, swear I can
I have no crimes, crossed no line
For that you see, it’s all mine
Hard I work, and wealth I mine
I’m not foreign, I’ve grown up with you
And for the problems you face, there’s nothing I won’t do
Don’t fall for the rest, however much they try to fool
For in this liberation struggle, you know we’re your best tool
On that day, wake up early
Don’t mind your corn, or your barley
Leave the rest, don’t wake them from the folly
When we take the oath, we’ll leave all jolly
What of the last term, is that your query?
Things went sour, let’s blame it on the crony
For our quest was just, and our resolve strong
But things happen, and last term they went wrong
The time draws near, battle shouts I hear
Remember to vote, or consequences bear
For the lives you want, politics you must treasure
Lives might be important, but victory is dearer
As I come to a close, this is my clarion call
Beware of the others, their promises you mustn’t fall
They lack proof, and their play is foul
They’re not like us, we who at your feet crawl
- Author: Virgo Alpha (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 4th, 2022 02:29
- Comment from author about the poem: We are in the election period in my country Kenya and I was just reflecting on the promises, most of them lies, that our leaders are making
- Category: Sociopolitical
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