The Politicians Poem by Tony Adah

Deep in my marrow
I know that
My country is good
Good as the stream from
Which we drink.

Those who have won our thumbs
The ones with silver receptacles
Have gone to the stream
With the power we gave them
And kiss the resplendence of the
Stream with silver holders.

We have gone late as usual
With our gourds and earthenwares
To embrace the turbid bosom
Of the stream.
They have made it dirty
And added colour to it
Against the teaching we received
From the elementary school that
Good water has no colour
Good water has no smell.

Alas my county stinks
It has colours
In the spots of its tribes
I know deep
In my marrow that but
For these men,
My country is good.