Mzansi And The Ballot Box

Millions queued before the arbiter of disputes. Hopes ran high; duty and resolve held firm. Hearts danced with the spirit of Emancipation, Each shielded ammo more lethal than lead, Ready to dislodge a fiendish cabal from power. The teary night remained carved into memory's stone. One by one, the weapons were discharged, Dropped into the receptacle of Liberty. There, they received baptisms of Freedom. Inside the altar, tugs of war ensued, As invisible fibres aligned their aspirations. The Popular Will prevailed. Bearing the deep scars of Apartheid, The ancient tribes sang praise to dawn's new reign. The Ballot Box came at a great expense; At all costs, its sacredness shall be preserved. These are the surviving heroes of Mzansi. Author's Note: Mzansi is the affectionate name for SOUTH AFRICA. The story is about her first democratic elections of 1994. The Arbiter Of Disputes, The Receptacle Of Liberty, the altar, all refer to THE BALLOT BOX. ammo, weapons, refers to ballot paper and ballot papers respectively. fiendish cabal refers to The White Minority Rule: The Apartheid Regime.