Memo to Mr Politician (Class War)

Memo to Mr Politician (Class War)

You have built walls

Round your fortress

Maginot lines of defense

To shield your opulence.


You laugh at them.

The poor and down-stricken.

Nothing but tools to be used

Then dumped like tissues.


They chant free songs,

Through bars and wires

Their cries and pain,

Tear no holes in your skin


You soothe their wounds,

With religion and faith.

Trapping their thoughts

In hopeful hopelessness.


Severing their chains,

With ethnic jingos.

Mis-educating with education

Choreographed reality tv


They bow their heads,

But their anger stands.

Waiting for the tunes

From the flutes of anomie


The laws you built

Are sand castles at shore

The ocean of revolution

Laughs at you


Dark shadows lurk

By your bedside

Bastards orphaned by

The light you killed


Dance steps of rage

Held bound in broken cages

Reflections of their true self

Come alive in broken mirrors


Your power is an umbrella

To dark hurricanes fermenting afar.

Like the ants that gather grain.

In anticipation of the rain.


For pay day shall come

When the people’s anger

Shall be cashed and withdrawn

To buy your lives.


Soldiers would go on strike,

The police would take to flight

Even justice would be blind

When sorrow imprisons your smile


-It is just a matter of time.


2 thoughts on “Memo to Mr Politician (Class War)” by chika nwakanma (@afroxyz)

  1. @chika……….Great!

  2. Memo……memo….memo
    Great work at that….u got me in the use of ur words…and how u presented every details

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