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.
...tall tick time will tell - Looking for the political messiah.
Great write, showing a picture of a democratic country or area. Thank you foe sharing Uba.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Zwelethu for your contribution.. I appreciate.