Ruben Is Dead Poem by Oluseyi Akinbami

Pen Brutish Rueben is dead,
cold blooded,
buried in silence,
We shall not mourn,

one of the first-born scribes,
now buried in their ruins,
babbling with grandkids on 'Arise'
buoying a dead role in 'Ruthan' by words
mere words,
and many like him,
Jostling for envelops to fanaticize thieves.
Ruben is dead and so is 'Guardián'
He took the corps away,
Just like concord of 'Abiola'
The epitaph of compromised Journalism,
in the Jungle of criminal.
The Prize was paid.
rubbished in the rock by Joe,
with Liar like Okupe,
As Adesina took the baton,
defending criminal brazenly,
Ruben is dead
Will he speak for himself?
or speak for the sufferers?

Not again,

The rejoinder master now lay grinding in their mill,
His eyes gauged,
with senses obscured to truth,
reduced to empty analyses unashamedly,
The same Philistines whom he once denounced.
Ruben is dead,
Rubbished by dull Joe
The drunkard from the creek,
Where was Ruben's pen when Deziani was amassing?
where was his pen on Reno?
was the Pen dry on Malabu oil deal?
who concealed the excesses of Dame?
lulled to silence by gain,
he threw reputation to the wind.


He shook hands with the devil and died

Ruben was not killed with their guns when he stood for the poor

He gave himself up willingly

And threw reputation to the mire


The column of contradicted life condemns conscience

Disparaged pages of Jewish fated hypocrisies

Archive. of public circulated ranting at 'Rutham' for advantage

Ruben is dead, we shall not mourn,
He has joined the cohorts of indecent men.
Reputation?
where is it?
surviving with salaries on Arise
the loot from Joe did not suffice the greed,

We lost Ruben, Rubbished in the mire of money politics,
Unlike Kongi and Tai, he lacks the honor to steer clear of the mess.


The obvious, we lost him

A consenting silence,
the booing of legislators,
the shock of commoners


No rejoinders?
not again from Ruben,


If it ever comes,


It will be weak,

We lost him.


A rare obituary of compromise,


In honor, now dishonored,

Take the head count,
Among men of Honour,
Ruben is missing.

one once amongst myriads of scrawling giants,

His price was paid, fully paid.
They dump him in 'Arise'

His dignity mellowed for pomp

Ruben,

Trapped by pretentious gangers

Silence demanding,

Now bowed to the calling dishonors Honorables,

Is this the manner of a fall?

"Unelected" Ruben,
Betrayed the people, betraying them still,

Scoop the motives the deed is done,

all for money.

Bring us no more juice of their scandals, wrapped around your neck,

Reputation!

"Oft got without merit, lost without deserving"
And like the morsel of Esau,
Or the heel of Achilles
He fell headlong to his secret desired lust,
The motivation of his wittiness, "gain"
"Use to be", delectable most read columnar
The guardian of innocent brave blood,
A tutor to unsoiled zealous journalist
Until his price was determined in the closet of crafters
And as Judas, sold his master and friends the masses

Besmirched Ruben,
Farewell,
From the table of our pride and denouncement,
From the honor of untainted degrees,
From the circle of few men loyal to conscience,
From the gathering of consistent morality,
We bid you farewell,
When the roll call is renewed after this ruin, "sell-outs" shall not be there
Farewell Ruben, enjoy the loots
Farewell