Millions queued in lines before Arbiter Of Disputes. <br />Hopes were high, <br />Duty and resolve holding firm. <br />Hearts dance with spirit of Emancipation. <br />Each with ammo stronger than bullet, <br />Ready to dislodge a fiendish mob out of Power. <br />All conscious of long night of tribulation. <br />Singly, the weapons were discharged <br />Into The Receptacle Of Liberty; <br />Upon which they received baptisms of Freedom. <br />Inside the altar, tugs of war ensued: <br />Invisible fibres bound and aligned aspirations. <br />Popular will prevailed. <br />Bearing the scars of Apartheid, <br />Indigenous people celebrate the birth of Democracy. <br />Ballot box had come at great expense; <br />At all costs, its sacredness shall be preserved. <br />Those were the surviving heroes, and heroines of Mzansi. <br /> <br /> <br />N.B.- Mzansi is the affectionate name for SOUTH AFRICA. The story is about her first democratic elections of 1994. <br /> <br />The Arbiter Of Disputes, The Receptacle Of Liberty, the altar, all refer to THE BALLOT BOX. <br /> <br />ammo, weapons, refers to ballot paper and ballot papers respectively. <br /> <br />fiendish mob refers to The White Minority Rule - The Apartheid Regime.<br /><br />Chinedu Dike<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mzansi-and-the-ballot-box/
