For Us In Africa Poem by Bamukunda Hillary

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When it's time for elections
Even fairness has no erections
Since trickery and deception are horny
Everything is dirty and funny
If the police can't beat your head
Then they must shoot atyour legs
That is if you want that vote orgasm
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The ballot papers are fanta and Miranda firuety Virgins
Preticked stuffed and counted before delivery
The voters are veterans of world war z
They crossed Medsea, Pacific and the Indian Ocean to fight
And majority are unborthed of any outcome.
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Like 21st Century Romantic love
It always ends I'm tears
Our moans and groans Wake up the police
And their heads red hot
Ready to strike
They get their buttons and breaklegs
Not once or twice but more than numbers on a dice
The police hit you hard
If the incumbent gets threatened