The Politics We Know

A long time ago, they came with their plan,
To govern and rule, and divide our land.
They set up their parties, their uniforms too,
But these don't bring food, or our futures renew.

They taught us their system, to get what they want,
But in our own hands, it's a hollow front.
A puppet show, a borrowed game,
Where local needs aren't ever the same.

Europe has one way, Asia its own,
But what about Africa, and paths we've known?
We copied their tricks, played their tune,
Yet lost our own voices far too soon.

There once was a system in place,
But it never felt like our space.
With parties and suits
That don't grow the roots
Of progress we truly embrace.

So here's a question for you to explore:
How did our elders manage before?
They governed in ways both wise and clear,
In harmony, without force or fear.

Let's look to our roots, see what they knew,
Study self-management, find what is true.
Not just to copy a model, or fit in,
But to build something lasting, from where we begin.

TM

— Wanaku Verdzekov