The Politician

The Politician

They call it Democracy

Government of the people

By the People

For the people

Democracy

The right of the people

To choose

Haa ...

But I know better

How can they?

When we have the maggye?! 

I will buy you a kilogram of sugar

and your choice meat

Regardless of the fact

That you are way richer 

But you like freebies don't you?

A piece of bread here

A tee-shirt there

Jiggly coins to take to Nnalongo's

Or to your fancy dance floor

To impress the adolescent girls

Quid pro Quo

Yes

I know what you want

A boda-boda here

A 3 bed-roomed house there

A flight to Dubai here

A sack of Benjamins there

You are like the dog

That licks its own blood in greed

Thinking it got lucky

You call it democracy

I call it deMOCKracy

For I use your own money

To impress you

I drain your hard earned taxes

And laugh as you fight over ‘my’ handouts

Yes 

I swindled it to dazzle you

So gaze

At my skyscrapers

My fancy hotels

My Bentley and Mercedes

My trophy wife and yacht

Yet they all actually belong to you

Stupid voter

I giggle as you wait in line to vote

It doesn't matter really

Whether my policies will work or not

The press is in my hands

They will show you what I want you to see

Yes

Everything is working well

The roads

The health centres

The Schools

The Statistics

I make those too!

So why not vote for me again

and again

ad infinitum

Truth be told I don't need this facade

But the donors,

Those 'partners in development' 

They should see that all is well

Lest they send less than I need

To keep you blinded by this bluff

In my insomnia

I often wonder

When will you realise

That power actually belongs to you

And that it is DEMOcracy

Not a mockcracy

Adieu

until the next election

Eat the dust of my four wheeler

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