See them planning, see them trying,
Hear them screaming, feel their shouting,
All eyes watching, can’t fake wanting,
They try controlling, minds start doubting.
Tongues be asking, hearts debating,
Ears now aching, answers fading,
Hands now folded, rage is loaded,
Seats all creaking, faces blinking.
Now comes questions, causing frictions,
They seek answers, no one dancing,
Suddenly the vote, all hands remote,
Chose the one, send hope packing.
All mouths silence, no one chanced it,
Wishing and waiting, bravely they fronted,
Harboring the will, but keep so still,
Needing a victor, send me, I whispered.
By Julius Fa
©April2024