To those of us
Your downtrodden
The dirty dirty the real crass
The victims forgotten
Pray for the inclusion of our class
In the merry-making disguised as country-shaping
Patched-up and spiced with some ceremonial window-dressing
To those of us
Who admonish you: the core, the real nucleus
The roots from whence sprouts the grass
No shady deal will settle the dust
Dine if you can but remember the beast
Smiles to pervert justice
Conjuring up memories of nineteen eight seven
When autocracy was emboldened
Shaken: it was zim's own 9/11
Another giant slain
Povo cowered left in murmurs of pain
Its, but Bob outsmarts those who snooze in the lion's den
To those of us
Who had the trust
Of an end nigh
Foreseeing Bob's wits run dry
Whose doubts
Of verbal bouts
With cries transcending the party line
Nerved by the jostling within the sublime
Give thanks for sense is not swayed by wine
To those of us
Who itch for an end to the impasse
Us: the lesser animals of animal farm
The boycotters of an election which was a sham
Are pale but not forever glum