Story For The Gods Poem by Okim Otu
Story For The Gods
Another electioneering is upon us and suddenly
Picture of the big man buying akara
From the roadside seller
Is trending on the internet,
The rep is meeting his constituent
and they clap their filthy hands
To draw our attention.
They have come again with the same old story;
But this time we will tell them
That's 'story for the gods'
They are upon us with coolers of food
They are upon us with brown envelopes
They are here with Ak 47 and riffles,
To feed us a day and take our food for four years,
To buy our conscience
And to kill our dream of a better nation.
But we won't say yes!
we will arise and together fight
these enemies masquerading as leaders
we will use our votes to rescue our nation
from these blood thirsty beasts
sucking our common patrimony
and making our land desolate.
When they sing the same old songs
we with one voice will say
'that's story for the gods'
The poet's notes and explanation for the colloquial words were quite helpful in enjoying the poem. Thank You.
A thoughtful, forthright and insightful poem, dear Poet Okim. Stay blessed!
Forthright utterances set aside for honest contemplation. An insightful patriotic poem nicely put together with conviction. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched...
Part 3. In elections, ‘brown envelopes' change hands in some parts of India even today. And ak47 also do speak for the rogue politicians occasionally.
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A very bold and powerful write. But, dear Okim, politicians are of the same hue, anywhere in the world. Eternal vigilance of every citizen is needed to force them to walk the talk. So that the nation is saved. Top score for the poem. Hard work ahead, dear poet. All the best.