They came out in droves
From their enervating abode
Men and women without vote
Walking wearily to the polls
To welcome yet another chief
Who may turn out to be a thief
Or at worst a caged beast
Roaring from Aso rocky peak.

They said he visited your colony
Cap in hand begging for sympathy
From human waste washed ashore
By waves of official misdemeanour.
But he could not stomach the stench
Emanating from your unwashed habiliments
He clutched his big white handkerchief
To his nose which twitched with mischief.

Thumbs-up for the nation's dislocated
Pretty soon you will be rehabilitated
As promised by the consensus candidate
For the position of head of state.
Your banner of proletarian almsbag
Flown at high mast on the nation's highway
Where begging is the order of the day
Is your thumb,your vote and your franchise.