Get Your Premium Membership

OUR KING IS INSANE

Clad in his double-breasted royal toga Filled of nothing but pride and anger His face as grim as a Pallbearer’s His gaze dreadful and fearful like that of A raging rattlesnake about to strike His eyes crackling charcoal fire-red His dancing tummy under his “Agbada” Reminds me of a dancing Porcupine He paces round his palace A house built on a Rock in the Niger-Area He fumes and puffs like a spitting Cobra . . . “My eyes of pity had gone blinded Only those of nakedness built on wickedness Shone in my vibrating Golgotha Let no man speak of hunger with anger For I find people not scavenging on the garbage Let no one talk of thirst in a haste For our River Niger is like that of River Marah It brings only taste of grouchiness and sullenness Let men in the Niger-Area speak not of hoarding of food For Farming is the only way to more days of famine Speak not of hike in the Oil from our ground For its very dear in the other neighbouring lands Rejoice my people for the benevolence have shown you I shall rule and rule forever till there are people to rule no more” Our King is indeed insane for sanity left him long ago A vivaciously looking Chimpanzee in the Niger-Area Forest A chirpy Chimera of the Black Race, unto him I bow piously I have impatiently listened to his drunken fits of eloquence My king smells like a gouard of wine full of petulance As I bore the sting of his unrivaled drunken ribaldry I weep for a King who is as old as Methuselah I wonder whether he had ever smell childhood For he looks as if he had always been old from The very scaring day he was let out of his Mother’s womb His Majesty old and worn out like a dry hell Let him run into the Market with nakedness on his head Let our people beat and stone insanity out of him Let the people in the Niger- Area Arise and thread Like the Strong and the Mighty with history of Victory And arrest our oppressors and other fanatical Kingpins And let them be taken like urchin for their tyranny And turpitude has attained untold heights Alayande Stephen .T 5th December, 2005 12.45pm Conceptualized after the furore of OBJ’s Third term bid for continuity of hunger , Anger and excruciating Poverty for mass of the people.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment
Date: 5/29/2009 6:15:00 PM
Finally, a totlally lovely understandable story for ME!!! hahahahaa I happy. I love it. Please let me offer a wee assist for the gift of your lovely tale! Line 7 & 8 both use the word dancing..you know many words no need to use one twice ;) "gourd of wine"..I wonder whether he has ever smelled of childhood" "for he looks as if he has always had an old form" "let him be taken like a mischievous urchin and caste out for his turpitude has attained to great a height! Thank you SO much. Light&Love
Login to Reply