Democracy Poem by SylvaOnyema (SUPER.T) Ubah

Democracy



Voices crescendo
Echo like endless music

Our pockets are full of talks
Little works
Plenty 'yabbis'

Bridges and roads
Cry for holy wedlock

Schools and hospitals
On bent knees

Drunken bags travel
Across the red sea
To greet his loyal majesty

Is this democracy
Or corruptcracy?

Only the tall tick time will tell.

Democracy
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: political
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Democracy which has been defined as the government of the people, by the people and for the people is seen by the poet here as a mere cosmetic expression of polity. The African leaders need to give democratic dividends to those who elected them rather than deceiving them to vote for them.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sylvaonyema Uba 18 December 2016

Thanks Zwelethu for your contribution.. I appreciate.

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Sylvaonyema Uba 02 November 2016

...tall tick time will tell - Looking for the political messiah.

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Zwelethu Siwaphiwe Shweni 02 November 2016

Great write, showing a picture of a democratic country or area. Thank you foe sharing Uba.

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