Subverting The Subversion Poem by Chinedu Dike

The ethnic jingoist stands proud and tall,
With virtuous hypocrisy masking it all.
He feeds the sycophants who bow and agree,
Deaf to the queries of what ought to be.

Power is a game of asserting his might,
In the strict, cold shadow of military light.
He builds up a team where mediocrity breeds,
Blinded to minds that a broken nation needs.

Unashamed of the bias, he loads up the slate,
Favouring the North over the South's heavy weight.
A pencil writes principles he claims to hold dear,
While his eraser wipes justice away out of fear.

The Federal Character, pre-rigged from the start,
Had already torn true achievement apart.
A crooked decree where all brilliance was erased,
As merit for tribalism was boldly replaced.

The populace watches in petrified fright,
Submitting to shadows in the middle of night.
While the land that is blessed with the treasure and seed,
Relentlessly wallows in the shackles of greed.