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Dead, Demented Yet Presides

Over two hundred million people sleeps and wake without a leader, A cloned effigy in a rock called "Aso" too old to lead or long dead to be, demented or dead, they cannot tell, old age has come but he would not leave. a cult of connivers shields a tyrant, with ceaseless speeches and empty promises, One A Liar , some are writers and others are twitvist, Two years of silence and none dare ask, where is the President who took the oath? Over two hundred million heads bowed to corruption, East and west the groans is Loud, where right is wrong and wrongs is praised. The governors or senator and ministers too, all aligned to loot the treasury, recycled bandits in seats of honor, Judges are blinded and the media subdued, as brown envelop diverts attention. over two hundred million destinies suspended, #ENDSARS was their last successful outcry a revolution too soon suspended From Bonny Barracks to Lekki, criminals in uniform murdered unity. bludgeoned agitators with the barrels the errand boys of a dictator police and solders. and the masses too scared for a total freedom, returned to apathy and unending subjugation Over two hundred Million deprived masses., controlled as slaves by a hundred old despots, Littered across cultures and tribes, a handful few protected by guns, ex criminals , Presidents and ex all, with looted funds in London and and Zurich, atop hills in gaudy wealth, unaffected by the groaning of a people nestled in penury, Over two hundred million people disunited, who by amalgam compelled by Britain's Lugard, Feudalism and lie called democracy. The minority herders on a mission they took the yam and knife without resistance. where beggars becomes a tyrant after election (Rigged) and the masses dare not demand accountability over two hundred million sufferers gave oppressor a breathing space, where servants becomes the Boss, without pacifying and unwilling to yield the Loot looted named palliatives. old tyrant mock democracy by decrees What country ? Don't ask me. you know it well

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 11/6/2020 4:00:00 AM
Sad times and I really hope it gets better. Great poem!
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Oluseyi Akinbami
Date: 11/6/2020 5:06:00 AM
Thanks.

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