Here they come again, they come in droves with their faces of deceit.
Their sugar tongued mouths to curry favour. They adorn themselves in the apparel of Saints.
The season is here again. The hunt for our votes like game is imminent.
Our people have been swept by the wind of oblivion. They forget how they always entrap us in their web of seduction.
These harbingers of deceit promise to give us the moon, the lies beneath their lips.
These masquerades beat the drums of deceit and like willing horses, we dance to the
Here they go again singing the same old song.
They appear in the toga of a lamb and devour like the lion.
They paint a picture of humility, but won't come down from their high horses.
They bring us Greek gifts only to rape us mercilessly. They harvest on our naievity and laugh at our beautiful foolishness.
They are here again with loads of sumptuous promises only to stab us in the back.
They are here again, the Marauders are lurking in the dark. Thirsty for blood like vampires.
The season of the madmen is here again. They will come from the North and South, from the creeks, the hinterlands to woo and sway our gullible hearts.
These charlatans like vultures are voraciously waiting in the wings to steal the ballot.
Like clowns with their bag of tricks, they will move heaven and earth to win our hearts.
They lure us like a young lass into their bed of thorns.
These merchants of deception have arrived our shores to hoax and coax us to barter our votes for coins.
They hold out the olive branch but thirst for blood.
They preach the ballot, the bullet is their mantra.
Let's use our thumbs to pursue them like flies out of the corridors of power.
Be wary of these brigands, they steal our today and enslave our tomorrow. Protect your thumb like your life depends on it.
These merchants of deception leave in their path, tears, sorrow and blood.
Topic(s) of this poem: politics