Everybody rejoiced that day.
Flash lights flashed everywhere.
Women ululating,
Men whistling.
We all cheered together.
I thought my vote
Was a perfect weapon.
I thought you were
A perfect choice.
Now you turned my
Weapon against me.
I thought you were
To wipe tears on our faces.
I don't want your privileges,
I don't want your fame,
I don't wana be you.
I just need a little help.
Help with infrastructure,
Help with education,
Help with security,
Help with job creation.
Flash lights flashed everywhere,
Women ululated,
Men whistled,
We all cheered together.
Everybody rejoiced that day....
...but today we don't...
Siyabonga A Nxumalo
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