VOTING FOR THE PRESIDENT

Hanging on tattered zinc, flaccid in the wind
The roof of a dilapidated school structure bore
The electoral sign, green codes upon white
Danced seemingly beckoning on the voters
To come and cast, to choose a new a leader

The aluminum plate tied with a twine
Like the hangman’s noose, it droops
As if rocking reflectively on the past
To mock the contestants on display
Some who want to win at all cost

The past, doted with flawed processes
Ballot box snatching, use of thugs, rigging
Anti democratic practices and violence
These were the order for a cup of rice
Our franchise, trampled upon, brought pains

Men separated from women with work dresses
After being accredited queued up dutifully
Under the burning sun, some soaked in rains
Expecting their choice of candidate to win
In this process acclaimed widely credible