Our Bequeath Poem by Shachia Oryila

Our Bequeath



We want power
we were born on its runways
crawled on its runners
defecated on its runners
walked on its runners
dictated those to match on
its runners for dozen dozen years.
It now runs in our veins
we know its make or mar
it's coated with sugar and honey
clothed in torn trinkets of lies
and gold deposits of hate.
To enter its gates we need
to turn our backsides
those who approach it face-face
never make it to its gates
save with a tissue of charm
so we are told.
What do we do but to
hire some thugs with a fortune
buy people's conscience
with an ounce of salt.
If we could trade skilfully
in Religion and ethnic wares
prized in provision stores lately
in our world's nooks and crannies
we might dispense with
as much as half the total cost
and turned every loss gain
we are told.
Every offer's on the table
a million naira to the officials
they go smiling to the banks
to cook the books
and another to the silk and wig
to pound the books
the arguments should go on
they say
for years and appeal to fools
and amuse us too.
To the man with a fat button
on the belt-loop at the centre
of his back trousers AK47
to muzzle rebellious tendencies
in dreams, speeches or actions
to prove to be on top of situation
while criminals hold daily court
and turn towns and villages
into killing, kidnap and theft fields
who gives a damn?
To the antics of opposition
urging everyone this time
to vote
to secure
to escort
to wait
until the whistle is blown.
who?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jerry Hughes 03 September 2012

......very well written Shachia if a bit wordy. Try and get to the 'impact' sooner a re-write and good luck. Cheers, Jerry

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