Kleptomania Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

Once again, the goons scramble
For pleasures that defile our fatherland;
Their joys that milk life
Out of our children,
And transform our virile youths
To gangsters and criminals.

Once again, these goons fight
In conference rooms like street urchins,
To spill the blood of the virgins
In our fatherland,
Burn the verve of our nationhood,
Break the bonds that unite us,
And the bones of our resistance.

Once again, these goons create
Monsters that scuttle our peace,
And tear our minds apart,
Leaving no future
For our now endangered posterity.
They steal, they kill, they maim,
To sustain graft, and erect mansions
For their unknown successors.