Tilted Nation the Oxymoron of a Leaderehip
Tilted nation (the oxymoron of a leadership)
We have heard great news
Of a land with pleasant views
Where no stranger will refuse
Now lost like Cinderella's shoes
Its now an Open secret
The extreme degree of unspoken descreet
Beneath this state.
This race who does nothing but recede
Bittersweet feelings of nostalgia
Like being hit by the noble spears of 'alger'
The land of my birth. The once berth of giant ships
A once giant of africa ,Now a Jumbo shrimp
A people who stand Alone yet 'together'
Pullng together only to put Asunder
Everything thay was ever good about her
Incessantly and confidendlty 'Growing smaller'
Undignified leadership our Only choice
Leadership after leadership, still "the same difference
The best man never wins. He never has a voice
Things are 'Weirdly normal'. Yet we rejoice
No doubt her leadership is Clearly 'confused'
With directions scarcely profused
villians Act naturally, alliens reign effortlessly
formulating policies Irrationally, bilateral pacts lopsidedly
The kind of captaincy that be beaming 'dark lights'
On gloomy, shadowy dark nights
Forcing round pegs in square holes
Just to put Legs on the bounty their pairs stole
Isnt it 'Amazingly awful'?
How law enforcers behave unlawful?
In a country that 'sleeps open eyed'
Because her security often slides.
So much poverty in the midst of plenty
Water everywhere yet none to drink
Thousands now for the worth of a penny
We nomore know what to think
Aloota continua!
An ode to the honest thieves
Brutal Paranoia
Always rejoicings; bringing in the sheaves
My country!,
Painfully beautiful yet overwhelmed in disabling terror
Honour lost, savour lost, what's lefts is Horror
Here is the sinking of spirits; the consternation. .
Depleting of limits; a hostile nation
Oh! My country! Where is your Original copy?
This one seems completely foggy
Quit the lane of the 'Walking dead'!
And join the gladiators Instead!!
Your people is no Small crowd
Of this and more you should be proud
Eschew the deeply superficial persons."
That be busy doing nothing."
Bid mediocrity Farewell
Hate to be Passively aggressive
Quit walking on eggshells
And those ideologies -excessively retrogressive
Break this 'Deafening silence'
Justify your refining licence
Then, a light at the end of the turnel?
...A Definitely maybe
Copyright © Omogoriola Bisayo | Year Posted 2020
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