Anarchy On Our Hill
Watching through the
screen,
A large-mouthed god
flutters flag for the
defeat in the ballot box
And ordered the dove
whose glory was stolen
To seek haven in the
external palms.
What is constitutional
council
When truth has assumed
the statue of the sun?
What has big brother got
to do with crown?
When in a decade of
baptism of cords and
daggers,
Authorities were offered
to worms of economy.
Now to suck the
dissolved in our
intestines?
Kwashiorkor as highly
ranked officers gave us
order to eat cherub.
Are we truly humans
When nutritionists have
seen the real
Power of mal-nutrition
on our bony bodies?
Many avatars of the
globe with grid
Have anthologized
words of peace,
But our callous god
configured ears to the
rhythm of violence.
Now poses death
arrogantly at our door,
beating his chest
gallantly
And showcases his
desperation through
anger-veiled youths.
The menace of
stammering musket
stings no more fear to
their angry souls;
Men whose chest
vibrates, have fled to
arsenal
To indicate their choice
of weapons from the
ecclesiastics of death.
Feeble women have also
sought refuge to avoid
the traumatic services of
beasts.
This anarchy positioned
on our hill
Roars laughter to our
reverie of external aid.
Another civil war bangs
at our ant-devoured
doors with ivory of hope.
On the rope of despair,
we all swing and await
the decision of fate.
Globe with grid-Symbol
of UN
On the political crisis in
Ivory Coast from
November 2110 to April
2011
Copyright © Joseph Osita | Year Posted 2011
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