The Relic Poem by Ibrahim Bidu

The Relic



They have been in the game

And dropp big names,

They hint at big places

They have been to

To create favorable impression.

They are full of praise

In a bid to impress

The vain and insecure beings.

They are useful tools

For the myopic brood

And come in handy

As fall guys and fools

To blame when their benefactors goof.

They are only good

For peddling policy manuals

And simplistic guide books

But always survive

Because they only play by the book.

They are remnants of a race

That has no place

In the world that wants progress.

Their ideas and antics

Belong in the Museum

And other such places

As antiques and relics of the gone ages

Worth mentioning only when counting

The strides taken since the Stone Age.

They deserve to be run out of town

And like game hunted down

If I was to have my way

Which I can't I guess

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Ibrahim Bidu

Ibrahim Bidu

Merti, Isiolo - Kenya
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