I am waiting
For the dividends
Of democracy trickling
Like a scorched season stream
Reluctantly dropping over a rock.
And I am looking
For a stream that flows
With resplendent water
I am waiting
Not reluctantly too
For the rock
To yield its own water
Promised at the campaigns
Of rock pebbles with the river bed.
I am waiting
Patiently to travel
With democracy on
Its journey to the rocks
To the seas Or oceans
To quench our searing taste
With its chill water.
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