Due process is never like
Federal Gains and to uphold
Transparency and equity
Is never as sweet as pleasure
Of the gains from constituency
Allocation to tyrants of back
Democracy
I want to be a representative
Of share and keep quiet
To travel with pleasurable
National incentives
I want to be a politician so that
I can sit in the parlour of few
Pot belly and native attire
Wearers who have the guts
To share the unending national
Cake like their family assets
I want to be an honourable
To insure my seeds with
Unquenchable monetary figures
To speak about patriotism
And good legislation
As to win the favour and fingers
Of the electorates with guilty
Singers as my campaign singers
Categories:
electorates, environment, veterans day, violence,
Form: Didactic
Bye bye! My crawling dark black brother’s echoes,
Children and mothers moping in surprise,
The tree raising their heads to look forward,
The sky frowns at its unwanted visitor.
I can see a fish!
No, it’s a bird, but can’t move its wings,
Or is it the gods messangers?
These messengers; if really they are.
As u can fly like a bird?
Carrying people on your back.
Can u take this message to the gods?
Drop it by their windows, if u can’t stop.
Tell them we are dying of abundant scarcity,
Tell them electorates are slaves in the hand of the elect,
And that poverty has over throned us,
Let them send a savior to redeem us,
Fly, bird, fly! Fly far away,
Go hide under the cloud,
Take pity and pass this message,
For sorrow, agony and tears has taken over us.
Categories:
electorates, black african american,
Form: Dramatic Monologue