Hey Mr Politrics (The Fallacy Of Fairness-1) Poem by Nobert Mathumo

The deepest scars
Never live a mark clear
Like sins of the dark
where physical norms collapse,
Yet the strength to heal
Is to bend and pickup the broken pieces

Hey Mr Politrics
Hey Mr Politrics
This is a letter to you Mr Politrics
Thank you for the system that taught me to write
Thank you for the system that taught me to read
I now write this letter
And as I write what I write, I like what I write

Knock knock
I heard you knock by my door
Knock knock
I heard you knock by my door
Vote me vote me you say
Vote me vote me you say
Like many ones before you
Vote me vote me you say

I will be the voice of the voiceless
I will build you schools
I will build you roads
I will give you employment
And Put food on your table
Yet I hear the sound of prison bars you’ lock

Vote me vote me you say
So come in a take a seat in my house
Do not worry about roaches
See me and them, have found ways to make peace
We now live in harmony
We scrapers of scraps
Vote me vote me you say

like many you have come
yet like many who have gone
You feed my belly with empty promises
Fill my mind with twisted lies
Your reality escapes me like print on carbon paper
Vote me vote me you say

But how many of my brothers shall die
From a barrel of your a gun
How many of my sisters
Shall fall to prostitution with no solution
How many more shall go with no bread or butter
How many still have no roof over their heads
And no place to call home
Hey mr politrics, Hey my politrics
Vote me vote me you say

You sold me a dream of Africa’s emancipation
But your rivers are dry and only blood runs
Mothers cry for fallen sons
Children roam the streets with no place to sleep
Our hope blown away by western winds
For the price of gold
Africa has been sold
Sorry is just a sorry word
When the wrong has already been done

Dear my politrics
You action has become inaction
But I do hope you read this letter
From I, child in the gutter.