Reign Of The Guns Poem by Sekyewa Godfrey

REIGN OF THE GUNS
In our Motherland. Our good Pearl that guns grip
A jolly old tortoise sits at the pinnacle of power.
We the prey of his tyranny in silence weep
For our ancestral home is but a torture tower
Three and six decades in illusions of democracy
As power-sizzled kondos clutch to the bloodstained throne.
The liberation is hitherto an absolute conspiracy
Alas! Leaders of indubitable patriotism are long gone.
In our Good Pearl, little Hitlers build dynastic empires.
From father to son, our nation is bequeathed
Destitute multitudes devoured by goblins in state attires;
In masks of liberators yet their bosoms with fury are wreathed.
The Yellow Shirts brag of the perpetual peace they grant,
Surely, my Motherland wrestles the old imperious Elephant
(Sekyewa Godfrey