Oluseyi Akinbami Poet Bio

The Foolish Ruler

The day is coming and it will come, 
when in retrospect, men shall mock them.
Those who today ride in honour, trampling as they go.
the upcoming springs will research their shame which they pretend to ignore
evil men who ran Nigeria aground, Are you one of these,
Who feared to go to Spain or disgraced in Germany? 
these impostors, 
these criminals who want to be remembered as ex, 
Thieves who with collective wealth build for selfish gains 
The day will come, whether dead or alive, Nigerians will remember their evil imposed 
The Maradona, the goggle Tyrant, the dull Prof. from Bayelsa
The weak President of a few days, 
The criminal of “Operation feed the nation”, 
The Loutish Appolo eye or Goro Teeth of Lagos 
The corn man from Benin who rode as Labor leader to deceive the gullible
The Slok thieves from the east, the statue goon   
Many more who ruined the nation by their greed
Ex-president without vision who stole while they preside over the affair of states, 
men fit for the gallows
Men who build an empire after we honoured them to lead the rest of us 
They mocked us, they left us worse, without electricity, without roads, without hospital 
They will be remembered when Nigeria wake up
Will your father be named?
The day will come when in retrospect evil men will be disrobed of honour, let those who live among them take these thoughts to their Graves.  

Nigeria will rise and the generation to come will build the road they abandoned while stealing, 
the hospitals they neglect while patronizing foreign climes

The day will come when their children for whom they kept the loots will be shamed by their  
parent’s legacy or honoured by their parent’s reputation  

The day will come when though, their names numbered among leaders will take the proper place among criminals 
when their vanities have fully spent the pains imposed will be carved in our history books in remembrance of them 
Though their kids in far off climes, glory in the loots of their fathers 
Will bear the scars of the dishonoured reign

You will be remembered, 
Thieving President and you the criminal who governed or rather was imposed on us

The minster also, the senators who dance or turned comedian in hallowed chambers 
These and more who had the opportunity to carve their names in gold but by greed ruined the 
nation 

Men who ran their term looting as we remained in darkness 
Hey. You will be remembered for the good or the evil

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