Amicus Corruption
They devour like tomorrow will never come
Wining and dining with fellow debauch
With guns and cigars flaming
Billowing smoke like industry chimneys
Their beetroot eyes,
A sign of forgotten remorse
Short-changed yet again we are
The Promised Land no longer within sight
Tongues of deceit, emptier promises,
a rule of the day
My ballot paper played the key role
to the mystery I witness
All dossiers of under dealings
My yet to be servant ever implicated
Hallways of the courts is ever present
Fighting to purge himself from putrefaction
His tainted construct a bitter pill to the subjects
To him, a merchandise of his trade
Time is soon fading
We await the new rules of the game
The new rules of deception to the gullible citizenry
Where all the county-folk have scenes to act
in their script
We are again bought with soul and body
And with our might we shall moil and toil
at their mercy
When at the tail end the valet sweeps to victory
Stand tall and unite for time is up
unite against the frailty of perversion
and transgression
For the merger will culminate into our emancipation
from “their” grip.
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Aaaaaaw!Mr kadukah,you inspired us with ur poetry.Thank you for the good work.
Yes, Kaduka. Salvation always lies with the voter. But the conundrum is that we African voters have never learnt to define our self interest. We mistake the self interest of a tiny tip of
the tribe for our own…
I wish you could continue writing such committed poetry.
Good to read…
The grip of these recidivist will one day be broken and we will see the true change in our country. Good poem.