delalorm fiaka

Rookie (19th JUNE 1988 / ACCRA, GHANA)

Sans Kania! - Poem by delalorm fiaka

Who turned out the lights?
Whose bellowing rants faded out the desolate cries?
Who impeded my sights?
Making my bright vision a bleak mirage.
Who encroached on our dignity?
Feasting on our widows’ mites with grave impunity
Who stuck out his chest and volunteered to spearhead the quest for the conquest of our domineering thirst?
Bundling up our senses in deceit and looting our already half empty peasant chests.
Who promised to raise infimiries? , and for our offspring nurseries and primaries?
But is instead being carted in sophisticated noiseless trolleys?
Who traded our beds for caskets?
And shot our poor hearts with greed ridden muskets?
Who is playing that tune of discord?
Who is that arrogant aristocrat? That domineering despot!
Who bottles all the power?
And drinks it all in heavy swigs of debilitating discretion!
Who flew up the tower? And shut the windows to his people!
Strengthening his pocket lines whilst making the masses feeble!
Who cut short the tune? flowing with melodies of progress..
Whose shears were used to prune? Our sanity and dignity and compound our distress...
Who is that admiring teacups? ?
Instead of providing water to cure our worsening social hiccups...
Whose rolls Royce is sitting on the curb? Right adjacent the cripple rather unperturbed..
Whose suit is that expensive one? ?
A fraction of its garment can feed an expansive land..
Who plunged us into this abyss? Into our miserable plight...
Who turned out the lights?

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 4, 2013

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