Hello Mr Politian,
It's funny how we always saw you,
Every-day asking for our votes,
You walked village to vallage,
Your hand full of fliers,
Handing them to the common _mwananchi_.
So many promises,
I even remember the _kazi kwa_ _vijana part_
And we all cheered and sang your name,
Foolishly we believed every word.
Now you are nowhere to be seen,
No where to be found,
You drive a motorcade,
And live in a masionate,
While the ones who votated you in die of hunger.
You forgot everything,
You failed your people,
But it doesn't bother you.
You get paid millions,
Just to sit on your job,
So many luxuries,
Your kids in expensive schools,
Ooh I heard they are called group of schools.
My fellow citizens,
Let's elect our leaders wisely,
Let's elect responsible leaders,
Let's open our eyes,
Not to elect greedy and selfish people.
Sadly they will come again,
With so many promises,
Throw money at us,
And we will vote them in again,
That's the sad reality.
Life is a series of pain.