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GIVE US THE BALLOT by Vivian Ofre

#Day4
#365dayPoetrychallenge
#Advocacyandsocialchange

Bang! bang! bang!
Its the sound of gunshots
Bullet to the chest
Fear grips the heart
One, two, three… four men down
Give us the Ballot
Our man must win

WHAT WENT WRONG? by Solutionist Clementina

Poof! poof!  poof!
There's exchange of punches
How dare you say that about our man
Fingers go pointing
Punches come flying
Weights come landing
Who gets the ballot

Weooh! Weooh! Weooh!
Its the sound of  sirens
The police to the chase
Bullet men on the run
With the ballots in their arms
We have the ballots
Our man must win

Ring!  Ring! Ring!
Its the sound of the alarm
two, three, four…its five 5am
1001, 1002, 1003, 1004
The numbers look good
The ballots won't lie
Our man must win

Bash! bash! bash!
Its the sound of victory
Clicking of glasses...
With dancing and singing
The deed has been done
Party for the people
Our man has won

Flash! flash! flash!
On the headlines today
The people have voted
And the numbers noted
The people's party stood out
Election was free and fair
Only, the ballots were stolen


Ofre Vivian is a geophysicist with an incurable obsession for sustainable environment development in Africa. She commits her time to creating awareness about Current Climate realities, leading positive actions to mitigate its effects, and building youth capacity to become environmental stewards.

 She is the founder and team lead of Eco-Vibes Afrika, and a fellow of the Barack Obama Emerging leaders Program, West Africa. Vivian believes that Poetry in all its form is a powerful tool for creating positive change in society, hence she employs Poetry in her drive for more sustainable environmental practices. She loves God, she loves people and she loves spoken word

 Follow her on Facebook @ Ofre Vivian

Comments

  1. Sophia Ekanem8 April 2018 at 22:39

    Love the effortlessness of this piece. It flows beautifully. Well done Vivian. Well done sprinkle stories.

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