What Is Left

These villains in the land of Prejudice Sitted in terraces, funding dareDevils... Painting innocent faces with faeces from Boko bum...Issh!!! Insult, added with salt upon injury And we lavish in abject penury Still, we are GIANTS of Africa, in ironic luxury Heroes are compelled to romance prison floors for no reason in particular Villains and their pals flirt, wine and dine in ivory towers Embowered by Prospect-Destruction-PoliTHIEFcians and LegisLOOTERS …What is Left of What is right? Rapper Ayo, sorry Papa Ayo.. Ah! “Ese” Buys a 10 million dollar private jet Hires it to F.G for “HARMuNation” without fidget …What then is Right of What is left? Bouncing babies birthed amidst bruises, Bright brilliant beloved beauties Now butchered, like barbecue, burnt silly By beastly bastards bombing baboons Book-haters claiming Boko-haram goons. Only in cartoons can one act with such ‘boom boom ka-boom’ affront. Venting vengeance on vulnerable victims Molding men into murdering machines Yet sentencing; soldiers saving souls – our super-beings, For reacting against secreted sores served by their superiors …What is Left of what is right? Boko harasses our caves with her ruthless plight And our I.G.P bags a national award, dressed in Brocades and laces, gorgeously bright Despite gory sights of lives battered in shattered sites Villain "Jemisi" gets a pat on the back and shoulder Discharged and acquitted for re-discovering and re-inventing wings and feathers For pounds and dollars to fly in billions and trillions, like birds of a feather. …What is left of what is right…? Arise o compatriots! Nigeria's call obey To uphold her honour and glory is vain Let’s keep discovering and rediscovering, inventing and re-inventing, wings and feathers For pounds and dollars to fly in billions and trillions, like birds of a feather 'Cos it pays, for what is left of what is right is jet bomb letters Impeachment orders, empty promises of shelters for our heroic 1980 football players, Plus death sentences for our PATHETIC but patriotic Army officers. But, one day Mr. Revolution's tree shall bear fruits Ballot boxes tell truths Rights right wrongs in full Three men no longer stand in twos' Pot-bellied fools with their tools into the abyss! And then our dear country Nigeria shall be “peaceFULL” PS: “Ese” in stanza four, line one (1) is word for “sin” or “iniquity” This poem is 'spoken-word' that has been performed at different slam poetry competitions in Nigeria.