By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Two more draws, just two
And we`re out
Out for good
Trudging like lambs to the slaughter
Our fans, all our fans
Pulling aside the kitchen curtains
And peering through the keyholes
To see how heavy our heads are.
If you think that`s a joke, then you`re due
Unless you`re prepared for another bout
The fight of your life with nothing for food.
If your neighbour is a potter
And his wife a collector of empty cans
Then for your safety, mind the rains
For the governor`s sake, fill up the potholes
And remember God is never too far.
copyright 2010
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