DANCE OF THE LEPERS. The sounds are here again The drummers can not beagt well the drums Their fingers chopped off By the ferocious acid of intrigues And now they dance desperately without the beats They are lepers from our land. Dear people of our blessed land Come and watch these dance steps Of lepers without fingers or feet They are falling over themselves All crying and no smile Whipped in the yansh by the mother leper Their frightening eyes red, deep and hollow As their cruel ambition of greed Plunge motherland to the ditch of confusion. Look here compatriots At the body of the mother of plenty lepers Conquered by wounds that refuse to heal Gushing out terrible smell of corruption mixed with mismanagement Which offends our nostrils and attacks our sensibilities Driving us far away from the scene of the epileptic dance of thieving lepers. Listen dear brothers To the horrifying story of home- grown lepers Struggling with the garment of desperation To pick the golden eggs laid by our dear nation Can a leper pick an egg? In futile attempts they break our eggs The smell of disunity fill the air The lepers are mad and on the loose. See lepers without fingers Clutching umbrellas on their smelly armpits Seizing the land by the jugular In gesto- type leadership Plunging the vehicle of state in to the river of intractable crisis To water their whims and caprices. Cant you see my sisters That the lepers have all gone bananas? They fight each other without fingers Struggling to pick the golden eggs And we watch as dog eat dog As the wind of times blows their pepper of betrayal In to our bleeding eyes . We are watching the congregational prayer Of many lepers attending the pilgrimage of corruption they kick and spit on each other observing the rites of corruption and greed . Come together my brothers Where are you my sisters? It is time to end this mad dance of the lepers Before their inferno consumes the whole town Where are our doctors on duty? Come and identify folks with leprosy Hidden in their blood which pumps in to their hard hearts . Come let us pack them together And flush them out of the city To the evil forest reserved for evil ones Who have lost all their fingers to the inferno of desperation Before they infect us with their leprosy of political corruption Made worse by furry of blind ambition To rob us of our golden eggs come tomorrow.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 22:00:32 +0000
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