We Ask The Tyrants Poem by Adedokun Abdurrahman

We ask the tyrants:
When at night
we are at rest,
Why do men
tour our compound in stealthy steps,
To demand from us what's 'rightfully' theirs,
Why are they locked up in cells
When caught by the short arms of justice,
While men too,
Loot a nation's treasure,
Hide it under their flowing Agbadas,
And devour greedily,
what's meant for a whole nation,
Hiding it in their Gobi,
But are never caught,
by the long arms of justice?
They say:
Do you hold a pen
up,
Without being taller than it?
How then do you uphold the law,
Without standing above it?