Men of Greed By Emmanuel T. Edward

 

Men of greed, the very men of power

Administering Africa’s most populous nation

Robbers without guns

Slavers without whips

Legal fraudsters

Felling the very institutions they swore to protect.

 

Once the rich bride of Africa

Her magnanimous personality reigned supreme

And her storehouse an object of global envy

With their pens

They rob her at will

Strip her of dignity with rapacious delight

The once-thriving giant of Africa

 

Today she is the laughable sight of a stunted giant

A result of the privileged incompetent few

A bunch of renowned halfwits

And square pegs in round holes

Occupying the hallowed sanctuaries of power

Like people behind a car's driving wheel

With no driving knowledge whatsoever

 

Ssshhh!!!

The city floods with a menacing species of watchdogs

Dreaded, bearing tags of E's and C's

The master’s glorified errand boys

Hounding clean hands that oppose the master

Or soiled hands that step out of line

Those who've dared to pitch a fight against them

Scathed, have only bitter stories to tell

 

These puppets flout court orders at will

Betraying every definition of democracy

In perfect emulation of the master

Who makes no pretence of his spite for the law

Being enthroned by that same law nonetheless

 

But how do we paddle out

Of the murky waters of chicanery

With the law sorely amputated

And its makers revelling in undue largesse?

 

Save through that which we believe;

Prayer, our one potent weapon

With which we should carry on

As our Janus-faced leaders continue to loot the country

Whilst she gasps for breath,

Until judgement day.