Justice James Ogoola's poem, The debate is the thing, at the presidential debate
The debate is the thing.
Candidates decked in their rainbow of colours
Speaking the speech of rhetoric
Dissecting the discourse of oratory
Displaying the skill of eloquence
Portraying the politics of persuasion
All ready to compete in the marketplace of ideas.
The debate is the thing.
Electors tuned on the ear
Intent to listen,
Viewers with a sharp hawk’s eye
Keenly scouring the screen
To judge the agile from the docile,
To assess the adept from the inept,
To choose the winner
From the losers
All sitting in Solomon’s chair
To do the above.
The debate is the thing.
Here
No cheap drama of the political rally,
Here
No base speech of the idle and the vulgar,
No shrill voice and tone of demagoguery
No mundane politics
Of the empty pledge or hollow promise.
Here only the nobler ideas and ideals of the mind
Take pride or place
To titillate the political soul of the electorate,
On the campaign trail
Candidates stand on the shifting sands of populism,
At the debate
The candidates stand on the solid platform of fundamental ideals
And critical ideas.
With firm figures and facts to wow the audience
With wit and humour to charm the electorate,
The debate soothes the politics of rancour
Binds the wounds of the mundane
Truly the debate is the thing.
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