Hellish lots going down in torrents:
A group of persons brewing turmoil
Deranged hypocrites with pinch of stale senses
Is slaying defenseless citizens war?
Privileged beings fuelling terror
Cloaked monsters behind oars of serenity
Killers that will give all to never die
Yet playing god, sending hordes to grave
Billions sublime in dollars like they grew wings
And the culprits waltz and gallivant like royalties
The bigger you steal the better your chances
Petty theft long out of vogue
Programmes to ameliorate masses’s pains
Run on budget that enriches the already rich
Hundreds claiming much of what belongs to many millions
Youthful ambitions and dreams shattered to smithereens
Embers deprived of air till they extinguish
Masses toil and sweat but get no treat
Resource curse and the peculiar mess
Thousand promises and a few dozen deliveries
Crooked minuscule executions
Multiple points agenda sheathing a single agendum:
“Granting limbs and wings to public funds”
Ample index but a rumpled people
Giant of Africa with gigantic needs
Where’s the sense in that?
A plethora of plain nonsense!
Treat the masses like a heap of mess
Peddle and gain from their ills and sufferings
Wallow in the delusion of their powerlessness
From their yearns strength and zeal shall kindle
The Greatest lifts and shifts with ease at will
How does grace to grass feels?
Ask the sovereign that fed on grasses for seasons
And grace to nothing?
Take a minute and think deep
A selfless positive change is all we crave
Is that too much to ask?
It’s not too late to make a difference
Enough and enough