Nairobi Voters Poem by alexander opicho

They rise up from the grave
In the flick of the voting moment,
Into the ballot box to vote-in the kinsmen,
They die the flesh but eternized in a ballot,

They surge up from other cadavers,
Lying at the city mortuaries in Nairobi and all,
To quickly vote before a fluff by burial rites,
Then they chill back into the square of their cells,
They die the flesh but eternized in the ballot,

They stretch beyond their mothers' teat,
Into full fickle majority for a kinsman vote-in,
In a moment away from fate of being a minor
To national duty of preserving politics of things
They die the flesh but eternized in the ballot,

They jump out their mothers' matrix to fix a fatal vote,
Unto the politics of reason as a curse of cultural oddity,
In a miracle of time to celebrate tyranny of numbers but
Only a dark cloak for tyranny of social con-manship
Strongly out to stamp the religion that vote counters are
More holier and important than the actual voters,