Gedion Onyango


Ethos of Public Office


Now I understand the weapon
To make them love me,
It is not with the ethos of servant hood,
But by the flame of the tongue and noisy statements,
I have wasted time in being a white sheep,
Convinced to change the scavenging game in the servant-hood,
And uphold the honor of ethos of public office,
I see the disciples of the real ‘mipangilio’,
Hopping in fuel-guzzlers and clearheaded highways,
Befitting their titles used for begging overseas,
The cry and dream of cotton white public ethos,
Was thrown in the abyss and they may not be around soon,
The delicacy of thuggerism is the sweetness in its abundance.
As in slapping of the tongue

Submitted: Sunday, January 19, 2014

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