Now the goods on the road
The money come out from its sources
The running dogs will do the barking
Telling all and sundries come to “papa and mama”
The people of the remote forests
The dwellers in the villages
They heard about the goods and money
“It's time of the year again!”
The warriors of the divide
They gathered their forces to unleash the game
The ground swelled with supporters and protestors
Each party trying to win the other over
The model knew what to do
She went campaigns on a clear objective
“VOTE FOR CHANGE”
The screws and nuts will fall in place
She gathered her own people
With Broken Tooth and Jargon
They traveled into the hinterland
They spoke their own languages
“Don't be fooled
Take the goods and money
Don't worry about obligations
It's your honey
The ruling elites only come
On election days promising all kinds
Don't fall for the traps again
It is time to break free!
Think about it
When they are in government
They don't bring goods and money
They take for themselves
Learn this people
They live in luxuries
You live in this jungle
Without proper facilities
Now it's our time
We must vote for change
There is no way to let this government returns
We must send them to oblivion!”
“You have been gone for so long
What you know about our living?”
“I learned and heard things in the city
I lived there for years for a reason”
“You fight for your own family
What we have here provided by the government”
“Is this what you wanted?
She took a photograph from her handbag
“These leaders lived in these palatial homes
What have you got to live with?
In this forest with hardly basic amenities
And you said the government helped?”
They gathered to look at the photograph
Words would fail to impress these villagers
Photographs would conjure images of grandeur
The model managed to convince the villagers
Broken Tooth sat amongst the crowd
He observed his old buddy rousing the night
He also observed for the running dogs.....
They were around he could smell them
He walked to a guy
He was wearing black shirt and white trouser
Using his hand held camera to record....
Broken Tooth came quietly from behind
“I think we should talk shouldn't we?
I know who you are what you do....”
The black shirt man turned around
“It's a free country isn't it?”
Broken Tooth took his hand
“On this ground the jungle rules apply
You aren't a local man here
You are spy a aren't you?”
The black shirt man tried to argue
“It is my right to be here
We all are in this country”
“Your kind hardly come here!”
“You have to let me go
Else I will report to the police”
“Well a running dog asks another running dog
In this jungle of my ancestors you can't escape!”
“Here this people
They will send spies
They will try to corrupt you
They will send goods and money
Don't be afraid of them
Our ancestors were brave warriors
Think of them when you vote for change
This is the way to go!”
The black shirt tried to struggle free
Broken Tooth held him tightly and dragged him away
Other villagers looked and didn't say much...
Then Jargon saw came to help
“What did he do?”
“He's a running dog and a spy
Now give me your camera
And don't come back!”
The black shirt man obediently handed his camera
He didn't want to protest with these hooligans
He just wanted to get free from here and go home
This hinterland frightened him when he sat foot on it
He looked at Jargon and Broken Tooth
“I didn't come to make harm to anybody
I was sent to monitor what was said....”
“But a running dog any way you put it”
“I suggest you go away
Let these villagers listen to their own people
They don't need outsiders like you to cause trouble
We were once head hunters of repute..now go!”
The model whipped them up
With her fiery speech honed her skills
She got them what she wanted them to do
They must vote for change....
Broken Tooth and Jargon watched the man
He walked to his motor boat and disappeared in the night
“Aren't we harshed on the man?”
“It was a scared technique used by the police”
“You know this election will see a major change
The ruling elites will suffer badly I think
Enough of plundering and corruptions
Don't forget cronyism breeds the state coffer empty”
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