The Contest

THE CONTEST

Atmosphere in this sphere,

Voices of reason lacking anywhere,

A tale of predator, prey,

Yellow, green, blue, red and Grey,

Colors portraying political might,

Political rivalry at its height.

Electorate crying and praying,

Politicians stalking and preying,

The former aims for dawn,

The latter maims and yawns,

Gluttonously for highest bid,

False promises the electorates forbid.

Heroism was the first true independence,

Liberation was second independence,

First, came own dependence,

Exit the British, enter a Republic,

Second liberation modeled by public,

A constitution propagates another Republic.

The electorate impressed by promulgator,

Rife is thirst and hunger for implementor,

Parade of political hyenas lacking threshold,

Votes at stake for suited to behold,

As electorate seek a new dawn,

Contestants prowl for votes to win.

A common enemy is within

Herd of hyenas uniting and droolin'

United in common to devour

Common is their origin

Origin is their tribe, sore and sour

Tribe is the enemy within

{A political conquest during electioneering}

Compiled by tickler,

Son of the unquenched

Kevin Murungi

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