WHO THE CAP FITS

Barking orders from behind a shiny mahoganny table
'Bring me my......
Where is Mr. ......
You damn fool, how many times will i have to tell you.....'
Spinning left and swinging right in a fluffy comfortable white chair
While his people wreath in abject poverty
I call it white-washed kind of slavery
Their faces say it all
But he is always cold and calm
His Italian shoes keeping him high and fine
His words meant life or strife
Pain or gain
Wage or cage
To an extreme, sometimes even death
A fitting representation of fear and dread
To him laughter is reproach
And painful groans applauds
So that all that brought joy was destroyed
And the painful restored
All in the ploy to keep us confined
To the 'ran ka ya dade' kind of songs
But in all his plots this is where he flawed
He left the pet hungry for too long
So that the once tammed sweet thing began to growl
Instead of the sweet songs that the kitting use to hum
Until the growl grew into a roar
"No one is meant to have that power"

So the hour came for power to change hands
And the exchanged brought it change
All the people's pains began to wear
And their fears were no longer there
Even the sun's smile grew wider
And our mothers' sweet songs got louder
Now instead of barking orders opinions are sort
Instead of "i want it all"
It is "let us all have it"
And no longer a one man's calls

I remember this silly story once told
A couple of men went to a salon
Ordered equal amounts of the same rum
Drank down and called out for more
They all drank equal ration
Same in proportion, and equal in all dimentions
Untill it was time to return home
Then this reality dawned
One was too drunk to walk on his own
So that the other had to carry him home
Such is the case with power
Allow two people equal amounts of its shower
And certainly one will be more drunk than the other
Becoming a magnet that either attracts or repels

From all this story, this is what i hoped to tell
This myopia i hope to correct and this nortion dispel
That all men are wired for power
Power is neither a cap for all heads
Nor one for all men
For a man to fittingly man this seat
The man must be one fit for it
No wonder some act dumb then
It is because they don't belong there
Oh, and by man, i mean women too
We must then be true as we choose
But sadly our prejudice andbiased minds 
Makes us compromise
And structural demise is certain
No more self-deceiving lies.
Setting the wrong man to rule is like setting the sun against the moon
Cos soon there won't be a sun nor a moon
All there will be is just gloom

So shake off the blindfolds
And loosen the strong holds
Of ethnic chains
Tribal veils
And religious scales
Which are all pluses to our pain
There is no more room for miss-fits
Power is a cap only for those it fits
t2m