The political program was not right
Poor people pouted, but were pounded hard
And were too hungry to put up a fight
But were brave to lament over their dream marred
Painfully, months witnessed their falling tears
As boarded country buses in town
And almost biting each other’s ears
Much to the delight of one with the crown
Who sat and ate all the pie in the house
While the rest pushed for the crumbs on the floor
Like desperate, but resolute mouse
Eyeing
Watching
Gnawing – ready to glow
Coherent cries kept them coming to queues
From Cape to Kadoma to brew their cures
© Pentecost Mathe 2009
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