Back again like a bad penny,
‘All that glitters is not gold’
might be despised by many
but never grows old
An Ananias upon a throne
brings nothing but a bowl of shame,
stays there a li’l before he gets thrown.
The youth call him lame
for he has nothing of his own,
believing life is a game.
Though we might not say,
his lies are seen in his walk
On election day around May,
his lies are heard in his talk.
Written by: Sigwadi Tshandatshamaanda
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson