Abukun Poem by Ifeoluseyi ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi

Abukun



Again the players changed,
As those deemed unfit fled;
For their 'Goodluck' charm had
seized,
In the game of change, choiced by the
masses,
Whose wrecked wishes needed
special spices.
But the players hadn't truly changed
Only now, the cards are new and well
shuffled
Like a group of cultural dancers
changing steps and tunes.
Worse, they made our throne their
board of settling scores
Only this time, they broke their
sisters skulls
Whose smartness and self-
centeredness spun subversive sores.
Unable to undo their treacherous
filth,
Like a river bank with flood
widened width.
They sought for peace in the peoples
pieced peace,
Ooh! people whose necks are long
and thin from famine faeces,
Whose wealth are of the beggars
fortune,
Whose lives are of a fatal misfortune
Kleptomaniacs! shouted 'the power-
maniacs
Now, we ceaselessly ask in paucity
panics,
Will this round end well?
Will this digger dig well,
Into the depths of our lawless land,
Whose custodians are contraband?
Untold are the many dirty linens
tales,
Beautifully buried away from news
mails.
Yet, we know who stole the nation's
treasures,
Through bored board, while we look
in playful pleasures.
For though we feign forgetfulness
Our souls curse their fruitfulness
Nonstop, shall this pen tick and flow
Like the ticking wings of time show,
Against their antics and poor politics,
Forasmuch they persist in misrule.
Once again the village bell is rung,
To the ears of the old and young.

Saturday, September 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: politics
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