Poem 142 – There’s a Country

Poem 142 – There’s a Country

There’s a country
Where impunity reigns
While reigning supreme
More than our supreme courts.

There’s a country
Where corruption
Has a loving father
Who pampers his children
& fights the wind by throwing them into holes.

There’s a country
Where the leaders talk too much
& do little or nothing at all.
Where you look more & see less.

There’s a country
Where old men refuse their advisory roles,
But struggle with the youths
Who like eagles should soar,
But their lives are now sour.

There’s a country
Where mediocrity & incompetence
Walk hand in hand.
Where clap offerings are sacrificial gifts for failure.

There’s a country
Where leadership has gone rancid
& sycophants clap for failure.
Where instability is treated with levity
& defense for incompetence is celebrated.

There’s a country
Where hardship is man made
For the purpose of campaign
& return to power for personal gains.

There’s a country
Where the government abhors criticisms,
But desires repeated unholy clap offerings.

There’s a country
Where truth is called audible hatred
& hatred is seen as nothing even in death.
Where death is treated without urgency
As orphans increased in their numbers.

There’s a country
That needs real & true change
& not the lip service that change not.
Lies have gained momentum
& apostles of bad governance have emerged.

There’s hope for our tomorrow
If we can change our thoughts
& walk with one spirit to change
& retire mediocrity,
The reign of vultures as leaders
Will fizzle away like smoke in this place
For we need a good face
& fresh air of governance
In order to maintain importance.

There’s a country
That truly needs change
& that change begins with the leaders
Who coin slogans to throw into the public.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi (Maxxzymusdapoet)
©29-05-2018
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Poem 141 – Voices(2)

Poem 141 – Voices(2)

I can hear chants
From forked tongues
Praising undiluted mediocrity
In way high places
While painting failures with butter,
Embellishing incompetence
With sweet words like mirage.
This is Nigeria
Where anything is possible
Even if it’s impossible elsewhere.
All I need is a true democratic fresh air.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi (Maxxzymusdapoet)
©29-05-2018
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Poem 140 – Demo-N-cracy

Poem 140 – Demo-N-cracy

Every good thing must
Have its replica somewhere
Sipping the fresh juice of mischief
& enjoying evil fresh air.

Literacy has done us well,
But illiteracy has served us hell
While leaving us in the dark groping
For the right way yet we keep walking.

Sycophants aggregate like hungry flies
As manifestoes are buttered with lies
& gullible youths clap away their tomorrow
While we await economic pains in our marrow.

The nation is not at peace
As lives threatened are never at ease.
Peaceful minds have long departed
& pure minds have been corrupted.

The democracy we seek
Is not one that’s terribly sick
Nor that which celebrates propaganda
& adorned with a bogus change agenda.

We’re all responsible for change
& I charge you to truly change.
Change your ways & value what you speak
For slogans are nothing if we’re weak.

Democracy day is what we celebrate today,
But Demo-N-cracy reigns supreme every day.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi (Maxxzymusdapoet)
©29-05-2018
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Poem 82 – The Band-Wagons

Poem 82 – The Band-Wagons

 

Majority display is not always the truth

& the truth can sometimes not be rooted in the crowd

For consciences cannot be equated with the truth

As petty sycophants can be paid from the crowd.

 

I call them the band-wagons

Who can do anything for stinking lucre

Chanting songs and pouring libations from their horrible flagons

As they indulge in some sort of verbal massacre.

 

They have a special name in sycophancy

Telling their tales in purported places

Fighting hard to preserve every form of oligarchy

As they brandish their docile and lackey infested mind & faces.

 

They represent the stationery band-wagons

With opinions full of stench reeking low self-esteem & doing no good

As they claim to be driving the political wagons

For a mere piece of a morsel in their hood.

 

The common good of all

Is an order that is not found among the band-wagons

& for us to stand tall,

We must come as one to corrupt their evil flagons.

 

Self-sacrifice is not attained in a day

Nor is it a postage stamp that sticks on every letter

Our worth is laid bare every day

Be that person the world is looking for and not a band-wagon without a feather.

 

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

©21-03-2018

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