If love means breaking hearts
I'd rather leave women alone
To enjoy their fair share of tarts
Without any darts from a macho zone.
If winning a woman's means telling blatant lies
So that I smear butter on her face
I'd rather live without such treacherous ties
So that women can enjoy quality time and free space.
If ascending to political office means swindling national treasury
I'd rather stick to my unfavoured position
Where there's no trace of usury
But peace of mind bereft of the derision of indecision.
If progress means I should bribe king makers
I'd rather run my market stall
Instead of hobnobbing fakers
Who in God's eyes can't walk tall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem of personal choices? well written