Emeyazia Iwe Chukwudi

Rookie - 9 Points (11/02/1984 / Onicha - Olona, Delta State, Nigeria.)

And The Man Die' - Poem by Emeyazia Iwe Chukwudi

They call'themselves politicians
They call'themselves messiah
Of the land and the people
Our people and my people

Then not long they sat down
And help'themselves with the
Fortunes of the people.

They lived in big houses
They droved in big cars
They married new wives and husbands
And sent their wards abroad for courses

They roll'out the drums for them
And clap'for them.

And there is this other poor man
Whom only took a little from them
to save his dying wife, who'
They denied medical care because
He was poor like a church mouse
They arrested him, they accused him
Of defrauding the public,
They tortured him to death, but
Before he gave up the ghost,
He wrote a letter to the wife,
Saying, I did it for you,
I save'your life, I'll do it again for you,
I'll always love you, and he was happy,
And the man die'


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, August 5, 2013


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