Monday, 21 February 2011

The Scribes are BLAZING....


For the Survivors...
Electorate, election, Campaigns, re-run election,
Secret ballots, Electoral College are the terminologies,
Chairman, returning officer, presiding officer are the officials,
Ballot box, stamp, electoral papers, polling centres,
Are the equipments,
Presidency, gubernatorial, chairmanship is the portfolio.

This is a game, only those who stand the test will proceed,
Meetings, plans and strategies all to stand the test,
Campaigns, rallies, deprivation of family attention
All because they must survive
The survivors don’t think of quitting

Against all odds, hurdles and storms of life
Failed ninety-nine times, only to remain in steadfast,
Aspirants with different intellect, with different character
With different strategies and plan,
We are all running into a space for one candidate,
I sit and estimate the finances involved, only one man.

Under the unfriendly sun, beating hard on us,
Under the torrent rain, lashing us seriously,
All to be in the echelon of power, to paddle the boat forward
Materials contribution, resource contribution are needed
But for the survivors only,

As the cool breeze of the west indice blows by,
I remember that the aspirants are of different motives,
Some with good motives, been sincere, while some endowed
With pretence, and appear to be optimistic.
Electorates! Think of your NATION’S future,
Giving those who know next to nothing the leadership,
Will only cause havoc; the mediocre,
All they know is getting to the top to have a share
Of the national cake.

I lay on my back to think, on my grandpa’s sofa,
If the mediocre eventually becomes the survivors,
The strong wall which is still under construction will be brought down,
As the chords keeps the moons secret,
As the stars brighten the earth like the sun.

As the rain drops on the dead plant to give life,
Let the ship be captained by a competent sailor,
Let the aircraft be piloted by a pragmatic pilot,
Let the country be led by an indefatigable leader,
As the frogs gives their croaky sound,
It flashed on my mind that leaders and not rulers are needed.
Scribe GCFR scripsit

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