You’re enjoying a lovely dinner while I relate a
miscreant’s devilish embezzlement schemes in
perfect English - if such were possible, I doubt
it very much - of my fraudster’s latest venture
Embezzlement as a Cameroonian through the
lampooned buffoon of South Africa’s President;
the schemes are beyond rational understanding -
only a Biblical Psalmist would be able to render
Justice to this vision in which supplicant requests
enough money to repay his conned former clients
and more - a grant to start a new business where
neither client nor business stands a chance of
Seeing such money again: could our government
ever be so forthcoming as rewarding a psychotic
criminal’s planned negligence & running away as
the blackguard’s sweet escape from every play?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem