Kenneth Maswabi
The principles of recklessness
In the world of political discourse
I opt to stand outside the perimeter of
logical thought
And watch as the manuscript of
recklessness is unfolded
A noose was handed to the people
In the name of democracy and elections
Following a forbidden manuscript of
recklessness
The people matched to the polls
To miraculously appoint a leader
Who will heed their needs and rescue them
from their suffering
And never get lost in the fertile field of
selfishness and corruption
The beacon of hope was used as bait
The people chanted their favourite songs
Intoxicated by the high temperatures of
election fever
The people rushed to the nearest polling
stations
Unwavering in their pursuit for the
colours of their dreams
They stood in long meandering lanes for
hours
Not even the sting of hunger will
dissuade them
From their path of recklessness
Their minds were set on puncturing the
fabric of the illusion
And ushering in a new era of prosperity
and happiness
Like a mass of delusional rain drops
They poured into the flooded river of
their dreams
To cast their ballot papers
This is the end of their insanity
The reality is far different
With its pockets full of harsh decisions
Economic turmoil and political tricks
The people were fed the principles of
recklessness
And swallowed the whole manuscript
They will have to wait another five more
years
To play this game again
©Kenneth
Maswabi
