Poem: The bone of contention
In every conflict
The perimeter of reason is breached
But not to the extent of madness
Unless it’s all-out war
Or the beginning of a genocide
Now let’s strip this argument
And expose the ligaments
Who won the election?
The bottom line lies under the democratic dispensation
That we have allowed ourselves to be part of
The institution of elections is guarded by law and order
It’s true some fool may mess around
And puncture the balloon of institutional integrity
With the thick sharp talons of corruption
But then it’s near impossible
To go from one state to another
And repeat the same trick
It’s upon the collective consciousness
To realize the illusion
Who is fooling who?
The masses are appetized
The politicians are brandishing their doctrines
It’s a scene out of a Dark Age movie
Or a magical trick box
Let those with the power of reason
Put forth an end to this mess
Before it’s too late
And our only hope is shattered
Leading humanity into the dark ages
Uncertainty is not only a sharp knife
It’s a thorn on the side of reality
All of reality is depended on some kind of certainty
Even though it may be elusive
At least the idea of certainty is enough
To put a bandage around our wild thoughts
Extinguishing all rogue ideas
It’s not too late
To chew the bone of contention
Inside the house of diplomacy
And unravel the truth
For all to see
It’s not the court or political systems
That will suffer the consequences
It’s us the people
Who will bear the scars of war
Democracy is a messy business
Let us not make it messier
©Kenneth Maswabi
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