What Is Left
These villains in the land of Prejudice
Sitted in terraces, funding dareDevils...
Painting innocent faces with faeces from Boko bum...Issh!!!
Insult, added with salt upon injury
And we lavish in abject penury
Still, we are GIANTS of Africa, in ironic luxury
Heroes are compelled to romance prison floors for no reason in particular
Villains and their pals flirt, wine and dine in ivory towers
Embowered by Prospect-Destruction-PoliTHIEFcians and LegisLOOTERS
…What is Left of What is right?
Rapper Ayo, sorry Papa Ayo.. Ah! “Ese”
Buys a 10 million dollar private jet
Hires it to F.G for “HARMuNation” without fidget
…What then is Right of What is left?
Bouncing babies birthed amidst bruises,
Bright brilliant beloved beauties
Now butchered, like barbecue, burnt silly
By beastly bastards bombing baboons
Book-haters claiming Boko-haram goons.
Only in cartoons can one act with such ‘boom boom ka-boom’ affront.
Venting vengeance on vulnerable victims
Molding men into murdering machines
Yet sentencing; soldiers saving souls – our super-beings,
For reacting against secreted sores served by their superiors
…What is Left of what is right?
Boko harasses our caves with her ruthless plight
And our I.G.P bags a national award, dressed in Brocades and laces, gorgeously bright
Despite gory sights of lives battered in shattered sites
Villain "Jemisi" gets a pat on the back and shoulder
Discharged and acquitted for re-discovering and re-inventing wings and feathers
For pounds and dollars to fly in billions and trillions, like birds of a feather.
…What is left of what is right…?
Arise o compatriots! Nigeria's call obey
To uphold her honour and glory is vain
Let’s keep discovering and rediscovering, inventing and re-inventing, wings and feathers
For pounds and dollars to fly in billions and trillions, like birds of a feather
'Cos it pays, for what is left of what is right is jet bomb letters
Impeachment orders, empty promises of shelters for our heroic 1980 football players,
Plus death sentences for our PATHETIC but patriotic Army officers.
But, one day Mr. Revolution's tree shall bear fruits
Ballot boxes tell truths
Rights right wrongs in full
Three men no longer stand in twos'
Pot-bellied fools with their tools into the abyss!
And then our dear country Nigeria shall be “peaceFULL”
PS: “Ese” in stanza four, line one (1) is word for “sin” or “iniquity”
This poem is 'spoken-word' that has been performed at different slam poetry competitions in Nigeria.
Copyright © Bankol Poetri | Year Posted 2016
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