Bullet Or Ballot? Poem by Denny Moonde

I hope you don't die
Before telling us why
You blatantly rigged the election.
What led to such action?
Oh! Democratic Africa
Taking my rights cold Antarctica
My vote stolen
My hopes fallen!
Why the vote; An outcome engineered
Where Dictators use the vote
To relentlessly stick to power
Oh! Democratic Africa
I give it to you
In cold blood the west demonised you
In return, you stopped the bloody coups
No Guns you said…
No Guns, all agreed.
But Greedy African leader;
Greed a born thing?
No regard to the suffering lot!
Loot, a good life.
The pauper majority made to sacrifice
Shame, the blame you don't feel.
Oh! Democratic Africa
Adolescent's hopes quashed,
How long does it take,
To rule long, hit the gong….rogue leader.
What's that song?
You swapped the bullet for the ballot
To the outsiders, a smart move
For all they see is the elective process
But oh no! ! ! ! There's more.
For you meticulously
Silence your opponents before the poll.
In reality two letters replaced in the word bullet
to make it read ballot
Africa no longer shoots by the bullet
Africa shoots by the ballot
The resultant rule, mostly Tyranny.
The bullet don't fire.
The ballot won't work
What next?
When men of God are
Turned, men of gold
Statesmen turned
Party charlatans
When man sees right in wrong
When bankrupt upright man
Stands corrupt
Africa awake.
This democratic dispensation
If not nipped in the bud
a one way ticket to oppression
Oh! Democratic Africa.
Madiba, Buchiza, Kwame where art though?
Hate speech spread against
Defenceless populace, façade
Love, unity, soiled heart.
Their smiling ivory
A rhinoceros painful death
Oh! Democratic Africa.
Am bleeding, a closed wound.