By Nkosie Sibanda
Did you vote?

If so show me your little finger,
that put an X to quel your hunger.
I see you are tired,thirsty,gone,
your ballot remains dry pale and yellow,
with that X you made it live to stand up and be counted.

Did you vote?
Guilt will haunt you for keeping it inside,
until results are out where will you hide?
it will be conscience against will,
actions agaist thoughts,
illusions against reality.
It will be a time when realty courts imagiantion.
A time of reflection.
No tractors engineless,
maize without a grinding mill,
Tell your granny to let go,dump trecherous beings that made you not to vote.
Show them,those bloody liars,who murdered Jon's father at Shangani.
show them your little finger,
tell them in their eyes:'you are fools'