My Piece Of Mine 1&2 Poem by DAVID ISAIAH

MY PIECE OF MINE 1 &2
Your reign is too cruel to us
You treasure house keeper of ours
With heavy hand, tight fists
Pressing hard upon the necks of our souls

The ageing ones who defiled the scourging sun
And the blow of rain
To display their hearts for you are now buffeted to the ground
As though their grey hairs and weak bones
should not be considered

The vibrant touts who sang your praise
Causing mayhem worst than war
Now, cannot stand to bear the heat
For the center no longer hold again

The scorecard portrayed you as vanguished
Still you sneaked in through the cracks
Fulfilling the words of Christ
'That only true shepherds enters through the door'

Your reign is too cruel to us
For no food for the stomach
Nor shelter for the head
Our road have now become desert
For no fuel to drive the cars
The sellers stalls empty
With no money to restock their stores.

PART2
Your coming is not good for us
For upon the slaughter of your will
You've butchered all hope to shreds
What agony of crucified dreams
What liberty marred by fear
As one is willing to stand up to speak
A transition we never foresee

You arrival is too brutal to us
For you have burnt the pledge you pledged to us
You merciless tyrant front man
Refusing to bend
For we have cried
You refuse to hear
And we have display
Yet you cannot see

The streets you once trod
Flags high and banners wide
Are still left unlighted
Those words of plea
Then sweeter the the Nightingale's songs
You forgotten just in hurry
Now the bulletproof car seen on display
The money belonging to all
Now in the pockets of few
These are not the things you promised us

Our first man take note
The villages you beat the potty lopp road to go
Are still the shadow of their old
No fertilizer to nurture the souls
Yet you expect the crops to grow
With our young men fit and able
Yet no job in town for them
With our pupils no roof over their heads
And we say the go to school to learn
Our universities married to strikes
In every market we food stuff costlier than diamond
Tell you don't know of these
My president with no fear of fall
I bring you my piece mine
I see it as the mind of all.