Indices Of A Loon Poem by Oluseyi Akinbami

Indices Of A Loon



Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll,
Our feeble lord enforced on us by pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes)
On congruent grounds of pain we forced him, though we hated his coterie.
Disappointed, now we wail waiting surrogate to lead the mass to unending journey of relief
Lacklustre, jejune as pervading rot lingers
Unvaried captain rocks our boat, gagged around by plunderers.
Circles of death, twinge, pauperdom and miseries mocks the reign of naivety.
Kleptocrat adorn himself in regalia loved the honour lacks duty

Embezzlers of collective trust bequeathed in hope,
Bandits as conniving ministers besmirched our obtuse scamp
Egregious, craven, shrieked at the sound of war (I am not a lion)
Laggard lumper loon left fanatical murderers at our doorsteps (a burden we must live with)
Encumbrances from his delinquent clan divide the love for mother land

Damp squib's duchess's indecent tongue never feels a vestige of restraint
Academic 'double misnomer' with licence to libel,
Merriment and intrigue feigned as obligations,
Edgy cumbrance though cluelessness forms amity.

Punk pretending and purloining to private vaults
Adventurous nerve for futile globetrot
Twitchy at the affairs of state, though Unemployed by sensible Poll
Intoxicated by serendipity, shaming all with activity
Euphemistic drama Usurps Scrappy literacy on cultured observers
Crude verbiages to amuse myriad of eggheads (my Fellow widows)
Encomium of Yesterday's approval turned sour as our Tsar's inept mode prevails

Jokers jostled in enthusiasm to rule, (politicking for 2015)
Onslaught from 'Boko-Haram' drove sleep from wearied countrymen
Numbed as hoi polloi echoed NO to mistimed removal,
Alas, the fraud, rapscallion looted the poor to a blindfold
Tyranic manifestation cloaked in reticence busted on the streets with the troop
Higgledy-piggledy bugled the travesty of Democracy
Amidst the rubble of a crumbling amalgam
Nigerian Lords watched the drama secured amongst 10.000 armed men inactive as we die

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Babatunde Aremu 03 August 2012

What a pity! I am saddened the more reading this poem. Nigeria needs real saviours

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