George Egba

Royal Crime - Poem by George Egba

Here lies the earth
Full of caffeine corpse and debt
Rip for a harvest help
In extreme treason salp
With edges sharp
Mixed with life of jet for herbs
Pride of nobles and kings
So both did stink
To soiled their hands in crime
Abusing justice from prime
From lust and greed they sow
Return with false pretence to show
Though some sink where this rise
Others try to keep the price
With a goal to ride on modern chariots
Abusing masses hopes in riot
Here lies the black politics race
Where the polluted hands of blacks is the case
Smoking in dark leading blind
Cursed the race leaving them behind
Off from fright to jet world
Staying blind in valleys cold
Due to the polluted crown of sacks
And here it seems to lie uneasy
Like disgusting fingers just too busy
To protect the act of crime
In expense of a royal prime

Topic(s) of this poem: political utopia

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Abuse of power

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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