We Are in a Country

We are in a country
Where poetry or rhetoric does not matter.
What matters really is flattery.
Sycophancy!
So my people are now like:
Any-government-in-power;
Anywhere-belly-face
Because what really matters now
Are the things that don’t matter at all.
Yet they say,
Power belongs to the people.

We are in a country
Where the armed forces,
Paramilitary brigades and commands
And armed civilians come out
On elections to guide the voters on
Where to thumb print.
And when the better rigger emerges,
Thanks giving services are held
Across the country in worship centres.
So our democracy is flawed from the very onset
Because votes do not count.
Yet they say,
Power belongs to you and me.

We are in a country
Where the cart comes before the horse;
Where policies and laws are somersaulting
All over the place.
And they tell you the sun rises in the west
And you are to concur
Or become a political enemy.
So demonstration of crass madness
Follows one regime to the order.
Yet they say,
Power belongs to us all.

We are in a country
Where the more things change,
The more they remain the same.
When the heartless office holders
Are done breaking down the masses,
The clergies come in to fleece them
Of whatever they have left.
So like zombies,
We are bereft of hope.
Yet they say,
Power belongs to the people.

We are in a country
Where the more you look,
The less you see.
Abracadabra!
So when a team of auditors
Asks you of monies
You cannot account for
Just tell them they had been swallowed
By one snake or one monkey.
We will all laugh over it.
Yet we believe,
Power belongs to us all.



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