‘Make me count’ I said
‘No’ They replied when they heard me at all
Or listened. ‘Make me count’ I said
They didn’t
I do not count, not to them
Who cares about a single drop of water
When there are many oceans
I am only a drop of water I do not count
Even though it is drops like me who make the ocean
‘The ocean’ they say ‘Where would the ocean go?’
Even the ocean, like me, does not count to them
What counts? The money stored
In countless accounts in Switzerland
And other such places. The money with which
They keep mistresses Old and young
In luxurious flats in overseas countries
The money with which wives are pacified
Weighed down in gold and flashy cars
And expensive clothes
The money with which they pay for quality education
for their children
In countries with good roads and good schools
The money with which they buy more power
And steal more money
All the while telling me that I do not count
At least not to them
‘I do count’ I said ‘I do count’
My hopes will no more be trampled on
Nor will my rights be stolen
Because I do count
I will tear down your machinery of corruption I said
Because I do count
I will take back my country I said
Because I do count
I will take the reins from your hands I said
Because I do count
I will take the country for myself I said and for the others
The other drops of water who make up this ocean
I will take it back for us and for our children
For the ones who will build it
For the ones who will no more slave for meagre fares
Who will no more leave you to take the cake
While we struggle for the crumbs
I will take my country back I said
I will make myself count I said
And the first thing I will do I said
Will be to cast my vote.