I wondered about elections that dosnt produce the poeple's choice, the sort that ills Africa, the kind that produces tryants and sit tight presidents. please judge my work on its merit not on its origin.

We stood in line

Hand chained to hearts

Our future tied to thumbs

Or so we thought

We bore the sun

We endured the rain

We braved bitter cold

Pulling tattered clothes closer

Vainly fighting elements

We stood in line

Patiently waiting

Beneath scraggy mangoes

For box welders coming

Swearing to let go not

If it is our mandate to steal

We braved bloody machetes

Steeling our pounding hearts

Against boos of gunshots

Vowing to sweat blood

For tomorrows touch hold

We stood in line

Awaiting the hangman's noose

Sunrise becoming sunset

Across untouchable beauty

Of land constantly raped

Time passed in sheol

The crow came home to rost

Box wielders!!!

Screamed children in joyful chorus

They too know the hangman's burden

They too wish it lifted

It all elapsed too soon

But we went home relieved

Rubbing stained thumbs with pride

Our walk a half waltz

But, we celebrated too soon

We stood in line

But the birds said in vain

The radio echoed it too

We defended our mandate

But others couldn't

Or died while we lived

We stood in line

To what end?

Our thumbprint tried

But this time like always

Made no difference

They still rigged the election

Submitted: May 03, 2007

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Ahh, mankind. An endless procession of waiting, and for what? Death? Love? Sex? maybe all of the above. A well written, well thoughtout piece. Well Done :)

Thu, May 3rd, 2007 8:36pm


Yes sir, you my friend caught the nail on the head.I see the weakness of man and hope in pointing it out , there can atleast be a change.thenks for reading..

Fri, May 4th, 2007 10:30am

Willie N Small

Very good I like this, hmmm to run a race through all your blood, sweet and craps knowing if you win it would not count. hero's are not quitters, this is beautiful

Fri, May 4th, 2007 3:32am


THAT, my friend is the lot of the African masses.We vote year in and out ,yet it makes no difference.They take or sweat and blood and turn it to the fiery liquid that kills us ...thant for reading..I apologise for that angry tone of it..it was written in great anger. saw your work, great.

Fri, May 4th, 2007 10:34am

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