john chizoba vincent
Democracy In My Country - Poem by john chizoba vincent
DEMOCRACY IN MY COUNTRY
Democracy in my country is the government
Of the rich, by the Rich and for the Rich.
The yams of Democracy in my country
Is not evenly distributed as the fingers they said
Are not equal in the country, so the Rich eats more.
The Voice of the Voiceless becomes
Voiceless until they return to the
Grave where Their souls remained silent.
The right after speech is not certain,
Freedom of movement and right to life
Belongs to the aristocrates in the society.
Speak any how and you die any how,
Walk any how and police hand you over to KIRIKIRI.
Unequal distribution of the national cake,
Revenue sharing rather than revenue re-generation.
SILENT! SILENT! ! SILENT! ! ! We whispered to each other's ears as though we are in military zone.
Even though the air of this world is enough for all
Some are prevented from breathing there off.
The young watches the future in tears from mother's back.
The democracy in my country is the government of the corrupts, by the corrupts and for the corrupts and looters of our lily prides.
There is nothing gain from been dumb but silent seems to be our only answer and hope because we
Are not allow to air our views in the government
Which supposed to be the government of the people
By the people and for the People.
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