An abyss of filth
Situated right where you are
Like the smell of a rotten egg,
The stench of decay fills the nose.
Clothed in the guise of true democrats,
Sweetened tongues dish out to us manifestos
Coupled with cups of lies to wash them down
What a perfect potpourri!
Alien countries blossom day after day
All hail our good Samaritans
Vision plenty plenty,
To be actualised in the spiritual.
The treasury wails inccessantly
Waiting in vain for a comforter
Like a wound uncared for,
The system rots before our very eyes.
Good one, bro
ReplyDeleteYour last line encapsulates the poem. Wonderfully written.
ReplyDeleteHakeem did you get my comment? This directed me to a different page.
ReplyDeleteI've read poems from Africa. This is completely different! You've created a mental picture of the sole problem of African countries- CORRUPTION. You're a very wonderful poet
ReplyDeleteTutu! Let's do business na,i'l make a good manager!
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