Hand-Text Of Senseless Senator Poem by Oluseyi Akinbami

Again these men comes to heart,
Paid to say yes and nay,
Lame duck,
Canker, queer rapscallion minds
Incorrigible,
Political impostors detached from the humdrum of street cries
Maggots in honour
Damp squib temples of legislators
Dishonourable honourable,
Rotund circles of rascals
Fellows fit for the gallows
Clamping on huge figures,
While many groan in poverty and misery
These men,
Myopic spendthrift
Guilty of our nation’s scraggy state
Yet so confused to order the path of the clueless dummy
Who imposed tax on all, by military orders
Ignoring the pleas, and rightful protesters
Turned tyrannical with marching murderer on Lagos Street
Their gains is from the pain of myriads of unemployed
The beggars,
The homeless,
Hungering and the dying,
Yet, these,
Profligate band of quipster
Queasy brains,
Feigning parliamentary proceedings,
Though,
Benighted of procedural skills,
Bootleg scorners
Go to now, you dunce,
Senators are no thief
Legislators are honourable men
Your reputation!
Mud eaten,
Ask the people, they know so well,
Your inscriptions are carved on www
The insignia of corrupt men
You pride faded,
Honour, a high price you must pay to regain them,
Not with money
You banter and wade it off,
Glory in these,
Your temporal pride,
Your mansions outlive you,
Your coffins called cars
Your billions in Zurich,
Your fears to face the people
And the mockery of Truth
When your time is over,
Then deaths will seek you speedily,
With sicknesses of nameless brand,
Retrospectively,
Sufferers will call to mind, the avoidable denials,
Their pains, their poverty in your pride against your master- THE PEOPLE,
Welcome to your misery
Nigerians will watch you die
They are no fools.