In southern Africa the time draws near,
For hope to find its glory or defeat:
Election run-off peaceful? Or as feared,
More threats of violence spilling into streets,
With ethnic cleansing claims, and such downbeat,
Disasters as were in the Kenyan state;
Mugabe and Tsvangirai will compete,
And all the other nations can but wait,
And see what will emerge for this one's lonely fate.
As always in the governmental world,
The people seem to gain the greatest loss;
As standing 'neath your leader's flag, unfurled,
To show the opposition who's the boss,
Oft seems to lionize the very dross,
And send into the margins those who care,
In an attempt to force your views across,
So that your leader can be sent up there,
To stand triumphant and to glory in fanfare.
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