2019

The time has come for us to cast our votes,
The time for us to remove and demote
Our best friends who have turned traitors,
Breaking the law; becoming dictators.
In time they’ll cut it off; this throat.

No matter the cold we’ll put on a coat.
Minding not distance and village remote.
Seeking the faces of our creators.
The time has come.

This year we will divide the sheep from goat.
We won’t hear promises of cars that float;
Prospects and claims to shift those equators,
Shouting they’re changers and vindicators.
But it can’t be erased what history wrote.
The time has come.

Younglan Louis