POEM OF THE WEEK(38) POLITICAL PREDATORS Once upon a time, we let in the lusty locusts who pillaged our common harvests, and left our once fertile forests as fruitless farms. We made way for the bedbugs who fed fat on our bubbling blood, stirring nightmares on the embrace of vampire nights. And the restless rodents who raided our bins and barns to swell their vaults in distant lands: So were the vagrant vultures who hid their choicest eggs but left ours to the dogs of death. But shall we ever learn from the hands of History; from the heady days when the drums of Democracy throbbed for the ethical revolutionaries who asked first that their nests be feathered to the fullest and their purses piled with princely pounds once they were settled on their sultry saddles? Shall we ever learn from those who came in here gaunt as praying mantis but left as fat as pregnant toads and taught the rich to be proud of fraud? Or from those who searched far to Sweden for solution to common armed robbery in down-town Eko? And those who painted American cities with Niger-Delta oil, to shame the sheiks at their greasy games of Greed? Shall we ever learn from those in the First Republic who donned heavenward caps, whose fingers fled from files of flaming fraud, from the NET building inferno to the coal city up to Abuja metropolis, yet, no one was docked for dishonesty? Shall we ever learn from those who broke our mace with the passion of pugilists while our hungry brothers browsed the refuse dumps for crumbs from the master’s table? shall we ever learn? Shall we? Ayo Oyoze Baje (c) 27/10/2014
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 11:20:23 +0000
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