It was with a sonorous voice
And eyes filled with tears
Sang one Joy Ogunyemi
Wondering why the Supreme Deity
In the power of His Magnificent
Choose to distribute it unequally
While some are obese
Others are dry stick poor
Some are conscripted to rule
Others are ruled over
For the democratic delusion of a
government for the people
We surrender our will
And the intent of our hearts
To the people of power
Some with the certified idiocy
Of ink on paper
Sit smug on the cushion
Of privilege
And they flex muscles
Hot air of valour
And throw stares of scorn on the poor
and the Humble unfit to clean the
sandalled feet of their high standing
The prophet in the wilderness
Cloaked in the royal raiment of pride
preened in the peacock glow of feathers
Take refuge from a childlike question in
the pink and caustic tongue
Of a talkative efulefu
dancing in the open market
Scolding and mocking the scribes and
griots of the land for thirsting after the
brown peanuts of sacred truths in the basket
Like Esau of the lentils in the field of sold
promise They pinch themselves
All because the tables were not equally
served.
©TheVillageBoy