Election Week Poem by Charles Karia

Women have long fled homes,
Unkempt men now drink like fish,
Saints happily dance with sinners
Politicians craftily dine with priests,
It's the election week.

It's a week of endless orgies,
Gyrating dances at day break,
We can now boldly visit witches,
To have our despair massaged.
It's the election week.

Our warriors are getting ready,
With arrows to maim and evict,
Those who don't vote with us,
So we can take their lands,
It's the election week.

We divide blood money at night,
The money they stole from us,
They now give us as t-shirts,
And we sing praises for them
It's the election week.