What Is Politics Poem by Renson Opati

What is politics?
Should I believe what my mother told me in the kitchen or that which my father said at the verandah?
Should I trust what the preacher proclaimed or that which my teacher taught?
Should I trust the explanation of the intelligent or the mad man on the street?
Can I believe definition of my politicking brother or whispers from the streets?
You tell me!

Is it that eagle that flies high yet ready to take away my precious chicks
Or that dove which moves around my yard eating with my poultry?
Can I compare it to the kingfisher that targets to empty my fish-pond?
Or the flamingos that beatify the lake scenes at sunset?
Can I relate with the fowl voice of the owl that spells omen in the dark,
Or the sweet melodies of the weaverbirds that come every dawn and dusk?
You tell me!

I never it is the money that comes to my pocket,
And not that which is over-taxed to feed the nation,
I didn't compare it to the vows made in a wedding,
And not the promises made when stupor,
I never related to the prodigal son,
And definitely not with the Good Samaritan,
You tell me