PoetrySouth Africa

As elections beckon


My love, my adoptive nation
The beloved bride of Africa
Birth place of Rolihlahla Mandela
The sweet rose from the southern tip
Where freedom tastes good for her people

Hands willing to serve are raised
Only one will be chosen
Many fingers are close to the ballot box
The route to choose your head
As a new dispensation awaits

Be wary of gestures from free agents of doom
And the rumblings from within
Their tongues spit only confusion
They come in blends of colors
Stand by the truth and give no space for disunity

The land of many fighters is ready to vote
Your hard earned liberty is a lesson for all
Preserve your legacy for the black child
Let beauty and peace soak the land as elections beckon

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