The temple housing the high priestess of political puppetry lies well enveloped by a string of self fostering voodoo dolls, mostly dressed in politically correct white - starched to angelic deception.
Voodoo
dolls of varying hues, proportion, fame and stakes, took on the
numerous chores needed to keep the temple of conniving aspiration running, customised blessings flowing and
bags full of charities coming. A vicious circle of confounding asymmetries it was. After all, it is politics.
In the inner chambers of the great mausoleum, was seated the high priestess ensconced in the comforts of her position. Placed in front of her, was her favourite figurine swaying East to West.In typical voodoo practice, this effigy too was pierced to silence.
Placed at her feet, was a stone of manipulative brilliance, etched on which was a personalised definition of democracy put to practice in both letter and spirit.
FOR HER, BY HER, OF HER
