The Politician And The Povo: How The Music Plays In The Zoo Poem by Edward Dzonze

We were told it's a taboo;
everybody bows down when the king wants to pee
Who knows if they sell it as bottled water in the streets
I'ts true there is a line in this poem that gets the reader sick
Nobody sells bottled pee disguised as spring water
but some of their cheap slogans does that
Never mind the who is who in the picture,
this is how the music plays in the zoo

Forget the who is who,
meet the cast along with the crew
The drama unfolding here is the chorus of the song;
Certified academics salivating for the politics of the land for it's bejeweled end
the unsuspecting electorate cheering to the President's cry for peace
as the 'boys' take the same for the signal to drop the explosive
that became an end note to the sermon of the day
Blowing to pieces the essence of the sermon on the very pulpit where peace was preached
the smoke choked both the politician and the povo indescriminately
before we took the peace home,
we took our injured friends to the nearest hospital
I took the peace home, the explosive took the life of a friend
I took the peace home, politics took the other piece of me

Forget the sound of the explosive if you can,
the voice of the deceased will forever echo in this penned verse
Politics is the shared face
if it's not partisan politics it's politicians practicing dirty politics
and either ways it's not easy to tell apart the crook from the spook
We are the bait on the political hook
Terror and brutality no better than xenophobia,
the vilified measure of African barbarity
I chose to capture the verse
to shame the brutal scars on my beloved face
I chose this lyrical flow for the chorus
to dispel the tainted tag pinned on my beloved race
If you were never told, it's a taboo
line two is just a rhetoric, don't take me for perfidy
I'ts true; there is a line in this poetry verse that gets the reader sick...
I lost a friend to an explosive that missed the president