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They have come again to the tracks;
Familiar faces awaiting the pistol crack
And he that gets there first
Shall soon have a puffed up chest.
See, now they are humble and meek
For the license to rape they seek.
But the rules and the prizes are theirs;
All that we have is hope and fears.
Have they not raped us enough
And kept our fingers from the trough?
Have they not cut our tongues
That we may not speak of their wrongs?
We have no voice, no hope, no will,
Knowing only ‘what may’ not ‘what will.”
This poem was written in 2007, just before the elections. So many years are gone and its still relevant as we go to the polls again.
