Tradiocracy Poem by Adookorn Auaduma

No dwarf dresses in the robe of a giant
to look cute and gorgeous for any good -
Africa, dressed in the gaint robe of democracy,
has nagate nature's norm and the sacred creed.

From the polar to sub-Saharan Africa
are unique varieties of man's pabulum,
that fill the needs of blooming lives

If transplanted vice versa, they bear
the shock of weather and soil change,
might shrivel like democracy in Africa --

Government of the people, by the people,
and for the people -

Transplanted from America to Africa,
suffers the shock of weather and soil change,
been rooted in faux logic and foul play
that's devoid of conscience and goodwill

Till I saw Africa board TRADIOCRACY --
government of the people, by the gods,
and for the people --

Branded with the label of the gods to mandate,
swearing to amalgam of gods for oath of office --

For the gods to watch --
who steals
who kills
who lies,
and free Africa
from the politics of greed and murder.