The Principles Of Recklessness

In the world of political discourse I opt to stand outside the perimeter of logical thought And watch as the manuscript of recklessness is unfolded A noose was handed to the people In the name of democracy and elections Following a forbidden manuscript of recklessness The people matched to the polls To miraculously appoint a leader Who will heed their needs and rescue them from their suffering And never get lost in the fertile field of selfishness and corruption The beacon of hope was used as bait The people chanted their favourite songs Intoxicated by the high temperatures of election fever The people rushed to the nearest polling stations Unwavering in their pursuit for the colours of their dreams They stood in long meandering lanes for hours Not even the sting of hunger will dissuade them From their path of recklessness Their minds were set on puncturing the fabric of the illusion And ushering in a new era of prosperity and happiness Like a mass of delusional rain drops They poured into the flooded river of their dreams To cast their ballot papers This is the end of their insanity The reality is far different With its pockets full of harsh decisions Economic turmoil and political tricks The people were fed the principles of recklessness And swallowed the whole manuscript They will have to wait another five more years To play this game again ©Kenneth Maswabi