Who Are The Bereaved? Poem by Ifeyinwa Ezenyimulu

When you cry more than the bereaved
the bereaved stare in shock
they wonder
they try to recall
reason why they grieve
Still of the same cause?
They ask in disbelief

In my country
the wicked and the greedy
weep more than Job
These egocentric chameleons
with their sham faces
weep more than the needy


These fraudulent impostors
weeping all over the place
These nefarious imps
Beast of our nation
Our destruction at noonday
Night-walkers!
grow corruption all season
and it's their daily bread

You must be delusional
to think you fool us
To think you are smart
ridiculous stinking minds
Betrayed by own selves

Shame on you
You destroy them
Not you?

And shame on you
if you know them
and still dine with them
Shame on you
because we all fall
Shame on you
travestying this nation



We all are the bereaved
Let the snake shed
then sincerely we grieve