Mr.Politician Poem by Billy Simani

Where were you when i lived on gunshots and teargas,
When the violence intensified and put fear on us,
When the police brutality coasted me a friend and my face,
When the eviction notice saw me part ways with my place,
Now that you are all suits and tie,
You ask for my vote and leave me to die,

Internally displaced in own motherland,
Why should i flee while the perpetrators walk Scot free,
Have the culprits been brought to hand,
Those who had us bath in our blood in the killing spree,
Now that you are all suits and tie,
You ask for my vote and leave me to die,

You promised me free education,
But the tax you demand is like buying a nation,
And what of the infrastructure you promised us,
you wouldn't know when you are always flying above us,
Now that you are all suits and tie,
You ask for my vote and leave me to die,

You bought my trust last time and fled,
And being a fool i trusted you and bled,
Fighting for you to have a better life than mine,
But now that you have it, to me you are busy,
Now that you are all suits and tie,
You ask for my vote and leave me to die,

I know about you now, Mr. Politician,
You beg me then pull a fast one like a magician,
Ive seen you transform from 'Hope' to 'Hopeless',
It's my time now, for you i care less,
Now that you are all suits and tie,
You ask for my vote and leave me to die,