Don't Blame The Leaders Of Africa Poem by alexander opicho

They loot, steal and reign, Festooned by the followers
As ornaments of the clan, Followers that feel uneasy
In any space of good rule, Glorifying the selves under
Iron-clad hands of the blessed; Tyrannical Cult of dictatorship
Thriving full plummage in soils of justified corruption on behalf
Of the spectators on the edge of the lazy susan occupants
The human meat eaters of the day as the eaten feel sweet pain,
In the ravenous jaws of the clan incubus, and in the honest hands
Of the foreign blood that perpatrate good governance, in duty to the clan,