Tell Them, Achebe Tell Them! Poem by moe apu

TELL THEM, ACHEBE TELL THEM

Tell them, Achebe tell them
That with bullets they may kill our bodies
But our proud spirit they will never fell!
That blind men too soon come to notice
The true self of those in office.

Achebe tell these politicians
That though we appear daft, we really are not.
And soon all shall see
The true extent of their rot
And greed insatiable even by the world's largest pot!

Achebe tell them we know
that this is not how to run government
And better a brother's sharp tongue
Than a peek under the Illusionist's tent.
We know.We know that this is not what Mama Africa meant

We see, Achebe tell them
all the pomp and glitz and false glories galore
Tailored for Africa's able-bodied sons
To slowly lure them away from virtues of lore
So as to flood home with blood and rot.Into Africa's core

Achebe tell them, O great Achebe
That we know what comes after this bend
Like clever, greedy hyenas
Dressed for the weekend
They will take you in with smiles, only to revel at your life's end!

Tell them, Achebe tell them
That with bullets they may kill our bodies
But our proud spirits they will never fell!
That blind men too soon come to notice
The true self of those in office.