A POEM about corrupt leaders.
They want to be the pillars
While hiding in their cellars
Amassing wealth in dollars
Under the guise of white collars
Acquiring mansions in diaspora
With views of the panorama
There’s a problem with the system
It’s in tandem with the ones esteem
They’re never affected by the mayhem
They’d rather it not be them
They do sing the anthem
It means nothing to them
Passing through the bypass
Sitting in their E-Class
Peeping through the dark glass
Spying on the underclass
Hoping none would trespass
Trying to be a badass
When they need access
They begin to obsess
They start the process
With no recess
It has to be a success
They do it not for the masses
It’s all for their purses
Copyright © Vwerosuoghene Abioye, 2019
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Yes! This is great. Very candid.
Thank you!
You’ve just painted a spot on imagery of our so-called poli-tic-ians, and the couplet rhyme is awesome.
You got the whole point of the poem. Thank you so much for reading 😊
Please, the pleasure is mine 🙂
Awesome
Thank you
My pleasure. Keep blogging and inspiring others
Another beautiful one👏
Thank you!