The Soothing Caress Of The Serpent's Flattering Tongue
At one time or another
The politician himself was a snake
A big boulder of a boomerang rock
Fell on the man snake
He was staring death in the face
The pious tender man saved him
But true to form there and then
The ungrateful politician went all
Out to prostitute himself before
The world and the other crosstitudes
And before the world the pious man
He threatened to backbite and betray
And back stab all this was true to
The form of the slick darkie politician
Before you back stab me and backbite me
And betray me let's consult the consult
That spin doctor known as the jackal
The out maneuvered pious man said
Jackal is like Ban Ki Moon and Kofi
Annan rolled into one-they're notorious
For charming the world into shaking
The hands of the Basher Assads and the
Muammar Ghadafis of the world that are
Dripping with the blood of the innocent
Ban and Kof are at the forefront of the
Self servers who give the democratic world
The package of democracy without justice
On the plight of the miserable poor The
United Nations is usually silent but it
Defends to death the rights of the murderer
To receive clemency and skip the noose...
To the deceiving snake man thus spake Jackal
Crawl under the big bouldering rock
And try as he did the snake could not
Get the rock off his heaving chest and there
They left the snake to ponder to death
The lot that's to befall the politicians
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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