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The Next Dance
The afterglow of the polls
Has refused to leave the sky
The euphoria like never before
Still tingles my countrymen.
Some are elated
At the dire switch
From "Business as usual"
Others draw gore
With their senseless machete
That victory does not befit the chosen
And they hide within fanaticism.
But the blood of the ten
And others are crying.
Come next dance,
The voice behind the heads
Of the vagabonds would
Come out like a masquarade
To dance again.
And voters will queue up again
Like zombies in blood stained
corps members costumes to
Teach them one more lesson.
Has refused to leave the sky
The euphoria like never before
Still tingles my countrymen.
Some are elated
At the dire switch
From "Business as usual"
Others draw gore
With their senseless machete
That victory does not befit the chosen
And they hide within fanaticism.
But the blood of the ten
And others are crying.
Come next dance,
The voice behind the heads
Of the vagabonds would
Come out like a masquarade
To dance again.
And voters will queue up again
Like zombies in blood stained
corps members costumes to
Teach them one more lesson.
Published 9th Jul 2011
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27th Jul 2011 10:18am
We'll wait till them next dance and would be delighted to see them learn lesson.
10th Aug 2011 11:04am
It's clever, although I don't entirely understand the story behind the poem I like this, it's interestingly structured.
One edit: befit should be 'benefit.'
One edit: befit should be 'benefit.'
