Masses Plight Poem by Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss

Masses plights are;
Wealth seekers in our town
The lose visions among the crowd
Menace to our fate
And takers of our intake
Expectant of quick wealth
Knowing well the givers health
A short coming
If the giver slack
Wouldn't they go on hungry?
Masses plights are;
People on unstable stand
Whose destiny lies on neighbors hand
Without them(the neighbors) there's no fate
Subhumans among us
Loaded heads with unused brain
Dreamers of dream and harvesters of our own dreams
With a destructive slogan;
Ours to seek, sleep and slumber
Child bearers of our time with no material aid
for their ward
Or good parental upbringing
A dwindling future for their children
Law breakers in our town;
People who swallowed what is right
To do the otherwise
In the absence of due process
Tenants and house lords
Contractors and many who built collapse houses without a
solidify structures
Masses plights are people who forget their native homes as a
result of basic necessities of life
They enjoy abroad or urban centres
Only to remember their natives
Time tragedy strike
Miracle seekers
And unretired workers of iniquities
Reapers of our own harvest
They are the expectant of good
That do the otherwise
Workers of signs
Who keep their admirers in wonders
Forsakers of skills
And productivity
People who pursue neighbors wealth
Many whose presence is made manifest In sanctuary instead
of mortuary
The physically unchanged persons
With able bodied mind
Masses plights;
Men and women of our town
Who abandoned their professions
The degree holders with God given
Potentials who prefer to run abroad
To serve various country joints and quarters
The constituted Authorities;
Who for the sake of rich and famous
Refuse to vacate their elective post
For up and doing citizens
People who could have carry the masses along In the
partitions of the nations cake
They are the bench warmers in our constituency
Who only seek for their self enriched ambitions
For the betterment of their forth coming generations
When the electorate dies of hunger in mids of plenty
Masses plights;
The street loafers in disguise
Who claim sick with healthy mind
They are; the poverty generators
Instead of alleviator
Misfortune preachers
The descendants of Esau;
People who sold their birthright
In pursuit of what would not last
The problem seekers
Who constitute miseries for our nation
The masses plights;
Our doctors without doubt
Self esteem social health workers
With selfish service delivery
Who risk the life of a commoner
To protect the affluent
All as a result of incapacitation
Are these the saviours of our time
People who could not save
Masses plights;
The infidels, non professional tutors
And lecturers in our colleges
And institutions of higher learning
The politicians and sugar coated philanthropists
And many who salvage in public while the household ravage in
abject poverty
The poor city dwellers
With exotic cars and houses
Home and abroad
With unprecedented sack clothes
Like one mourning a loved one
With strategic measures
Probably to implicate some poor striking souls
Masses plights;
Many of them Icons, Elites
The clergy men and women in disguise
The Ambassadors of loot
Those whose patronage for unlabored skills denied others their
shining destinies
Their hope lies in alms begging from younger generations