The Promises of White Elephant

This might not be a pleasant flow of appropriate language A somewhat complicated and abstruse diction Maybe, a puerile illusion… You think so? Imagine and picture that clearly Because if in our quest to achieve greatness and becoming self actualized With an acute sensibility coupled with quickness of intellect Adhering to forms and modes Like an admirable mastery of technique Then we rise and fall, most times, kick the bucket Know it that the truth was sold and not told Many of us want to go home To see the smiles of our lovely mothers and hope in our fathers eyes Share our joys and pains with siblings at home But it seem almost impossible when the environment is too rigid, killing us all We are exploited, underrated, neglected and marginalized Daily, we lack money, food, guide, formal education and the dividends of true democracy Hard to remove – toxins of hard drugs and frustrations in our heart’s arteries Chiefly speaking to our minds And that’s what we have been listening to A voice as soft as cotton and soothingly amazing Already, we have faulted religions and politics None got the true ethics and codes to a fulfilled life That was yesterday Today, the politicians are speaking through the media With their promises of white elephants Hoping we rise and vote during election While they will later ignore and abandon us And that will be during job appointments, employments and selections We meant nothing to them initially. A Stewart Annie Everestus's poem © 2019