leeches in power
LEECHES IN POWER
As old as the sand on the earth
So do I in power.
All colours leech on power
The dark loves me more.
Either you want me or not I will never flow in your direction
Those that want me to flow; frozen in their graves.
I decide when to flow; no fellow dares me.
Longing in corridor of power is life fulfilled
Nation with natural minerals, there you find me.
staying power is an honour worth dying for
Only those that follow me enjoy my current and waves
Yes, I made them rich and proud.
The fools thought all rivers are equal but some rivers rule others
I am the sea, the seat of powers.
I may be slim in size when I roar, ship capsizes. Yes, lives are wasted.
Flowing round the world I am fulfilled
Who can challenge me? Those in power I select them.
I fed them with fishes; support them with strength
If I flow out my seat of power, my leeching hand still control power.
Go and tell the poor in the streets that rivers are not equal;
In power we are not equal.
There is no nation without me
Those in me enslaved others, rein their land
Though, you may not like my ruling
Yet I rule you happily and comfortably.
The waves of poverty, crises and war of minorities
Never flow me out of power seat.
You fear no man but think about salt you leech;
As mighty as the leech, dares not eat salt
Oh! what vanity life you who stayed on power lived?
Leech are in all nation seat of power.
Emmanuel Brown .A.
Copyright © Omojewve Emmanuel Brown | Year Posted 2013
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