FAULTLESS

The government is bad

The government is bad

That’s enough said and enough heard

If you’ll close your mouth and open your thoughts

You’ll get to know the root of all

 

Could it be the fault of you and I?

Who fill our pockets

And cast our votes?

To choose the one to drain our all?

And cause our thirst and cause our famine?

 

Could it be the fault of the head farmer?

Who greases his pocket and shuts his mouth?

When roads are bad and his people take less

For toil and tears

And heartaches and death

 

Could it be the fault of the head fishermen

Who preach money words and cover the truth?

To get many pockets to drain into their safe coffers

To purchase happiness and materials for their comfy comfort

And stay in earthly heaven against their doctrines?

 

Could it be the fault of the learned you?

Whose great anthem is:

‘All are dumb’?

Don’t you sit on the fence and act like an ostrich

Telling tales of doom and giving no hoot?

 

Could it be the fault of you the civic?

Who wakes at ten

And works at twelve?

When you must be at your duty post at six o’clock

Only to close at an early two?

 

Or is it the fault of you the healer

Who kills potentials

And saves the dusted

To grease your palm

And have it all?

 

It could be you

It could be me

It could be he who steers the wheel

But if the elector gave no mandate

His seat will not be his to sit.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.