Tiema Muindi
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Poem "Political Menus":
- written October 2009
- published October 13, 2009
- viewed 26 times
Other poems by Tiema Muindi:
»Beyond The Eyes«
»Dance of my Soul«
»Family Honour«
»I Spoke To Her«
»If only they knew«
»Lifetime Dream«
»Memories Of Yesterday«
»My Song Your Dance«
»My Story«
»No Man Cry«
»Shadow of the night«
»Shattered Hopes & Dreams«
»Song Of Death«
»Song Of Man«
»The Journey of Life«
»The Last Journey«
»The Married Bride«
»The River Between«
»The Waiting Game«
»Tribute For Amina Ramadhani«
»When it's over, let me know«
»Wise Counsel«
»Yesterday's Day's Life«
Visit Tiema Muindi's profile page
Poem "Political Menus":
- written October 2009
- published October 13, 2009
- viewed 26 times
Other poems by Tiema Muindi:
»Beyond The Eyes«»Dance of my Soul«»Family Honour«»I Spoke To Her«»If only they knew«»Lifetime Dream«»Memories Of Yesterday«»My Song Your Dance«»My Story«»No Man Cry«»Shadow of the night«»Shattered Hopes & Dreams«»Song Of Death«»Song Of Man«»The Journey of Life«»The Last Journey«»The Married Bride«»The River Between«»The Waiting Game«»Tribute For Amina Ramadhani«»When it's over, let me know«»Wise Counsel«»Yesterday's Day's Life«»Political Menus«
by Tiema Muindi
They spoke
Sang and danced
The virtues of their political menu
Spiced in promises and hopes
Of free housing
Free education
And of jobs to earn our living
No crime, no corruption
And we applauded
That leaking shack
They had it repaired
The cross of debts
That too was lifted
From my shoulder
And we wined
We dined
Paradise
Had descended
So we thought
Would continue
Long after
Giving them our votes
We now know
We sold our votes
We now know
We had been duped
Sweet tongues
Slippery words
Spicy manifesto
Elusive characters
They now don't
Visit our shacks
We now can't
See them in person
We now know not
Where they live
And on our hands
Are empty plates
Empty hopes
Tunnel without lights
Until when they come again
Our votes to seek
Sang and danced
The virtues of their political menu
Spiced in promises and hopes
Of free housing
Free education
And of jobs to earn our living
No crime, no corruption
And we applauded
That leaking shack
They had it repaired
The cross of debts
That too was lifted
From my shoulder
And we wined
We dined
Paradise
Had descended
So we thought
Would continue
Long after
Giving them our votes
We now know
We sold our votes
We now know
We had been duped
Sweet tongues
Slippery words
Spicy manifesto
Elusive characters
They now don't
Visit our shacks
We now can't
See them in person
We now know not
Where they live
And on our hands
Are empty plates
Empty hopes
Tunnel without lights
Until when they come again
Our votes to seek
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