Vote for the truth

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Vote for the truth

It is that time again,
Time to bruise or polish the political gods,
Time to elect new heads of political office,
Time to furnish our nation with new suns through the key of elections.

Do us a holy favour,
Vote the asses of sin out of the yard,
Pave a pure highway for a fresh voice,
The voice that will consume corruption roots,
Roll a carpet of welcome for a new butt,
One that won't uplift selfish governance.

Follow the Bible of your heart,
Fill the ballot with an honest X-Man,
Who won't massage us with empty vows,
But breathe a new order of turning our tears into cheers, our prisons into peasants and our wishes into peaches.

Don't ignore the old man,
Who rescued our purity from apartheid,
Remember the wise Eve,
Who after being deceived by the guptas, crippled our economic heart-beat.
Don't be blind to the wounds service delivery, which seem to be taking forever to heal.

Vote for the truth of a fertile soil,
That will birth a new creation: a land of milk and honey.
Vote for the decent sheep, who won't overgraze our farms, lest our homes become junk status.
Vote for the innocent clouds, who will reign as a voice of the people, whose purpose is to water our potential and erase our weeds.

Vote for the dream of  a matriculating daughter who's going to be the first tertiary graduate in her family.
Vote for ambitious son, looking forward to invent a digital livelihood that will elevate the nation to the world's stage.
Vote for the generation yet unborn, whose life and death lies in the majority of the X-Man chosen.

Vote for yourself, vote for your truth, vote for your dream.

By Blessing Mhlanga.

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