Of gullible voters and shameless politicians
They came, talked, knelt and begged for our support.
We cheered, jeered and parted them on the backs
But after the harvest, they never returned
We were hungry, sick and deprived
We were helpless
Cried for their help we did,
But all in vain.
However, when the rains came
Five seasons later, shamelessly
They returned, promising this time they would share the harvest
The crowd was moved
Swayed, the majority cheered
Chorusing “our man, our man
Long live sons and daughters of the soil.”
A few of us jeered and sneered
After another bump harvest
The pests disappeared into thin air
We were, like before, left as orphaned children.