Their Game Is Up Poem by Chris Jibero

A brand new broom
Despatched from above
Is sweeping the earth thoroughly
Getting rid of rubbish leaderships
Sparing nothing filthy in power

This Internet Age Revolution
Which overthrows sit-tight tyrants
Via spontaneous masses revolts
Is welcomed by majority
The soul of democracy
For all despots
Irrespective of the large size
Of their cloaks of benevolence
Are serial killers
Of gullible citizens

These impostor gold fishes
Just democratic pretenders
Foisting best tags on themselves
For the people they bleed white
And trample upon
In Africa, Middle East, ... wherever
To behold and praise
Have no hiding place anymore
For their game is up
The red carpet they cherish so much
Having been pulled forcefully
From under their crumbling clay feet
Hit ferociously by a stupenduous stone
Hauled from above by an invisible powerful hand

And their names go hurtling down
From the peak of prestige
To dwell in the black book of history
Like those of their fellows
Ali, Mubarak and Gbagbo
For when people's action
Match their faith and talk
God sees, hears and approves.


(2011)