Leonard Masauli

Rookie (29 November 1985 / Malawi)

The Villager - Poem by Leonard Masauli


The time has come
Where the poverty stricken Villagers
Are Crowned Kings and Queens
Of the unknown Kingdom,
The period is indeed over!
Of Winning and Dinning
At the expense of a poor Villager
Whilst he lags in extreme poverty

With a Bunch of Bananas on the head
Walking 10 miles to a market
Crossing on unabridged rivers
Of no hope for a better life,
But on empty promises we smiled
As we danced in the dust
With Ululations from the crooked women
While you dish out money as your manifesto

We really got convinced
That you had our welfare at heart
And finally you got our trust
Alas! We still drink from muddy waters
We still are hitting the bad roads
Only the coffins when we die
Cannot make us forget the hassles
See you again in the Ballot Box

Poet's Notes about The Poem

poor people vote for politicians into power but later, they move to towns to enjoy their money forgetting to help their subjects. and once their term of office is expiring they come closer to entice them to vote for them again,

Comments about The Villager by Leonard Masauli

  • Babatunde Aremu (10/3/2013 3:57:00 AM)

    Well captured. I like the theme of the poem. Kudos (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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