POLITICS TODAY: A DISCOURSE
In our politics today, tomorrow, like every other day
The public fights never end with more complicated intrigues
And huge stakes by wagering godfathers.
What is all this for,
This naked shameful bout in the market square by political goons
With parties’ maneuvers
To ride their do-or-die and kleptocratic ambitions
Over the forsaken yells of hungry supporters,
Spurring the warriors with rumours of politics?
At the end of the contest, the masses will lick their wounds
While the politicians eat their bread!
The poli-trickster said that he has consulted widely with the people
And got the endorsement to ascend the throne of power;
But he secretly met with his yes-men and cheerleaders.
Does the timid sheep say no to the hungry lion
Or the tubers of yam protest against the he-goat?
After the poli-tricksters buy the consciences of their cheerleaders with full bribes
The cheerleaders will buy over the rights of the masses with empty promises!
At the end of it all, the masses will lick their wounds
While the chieftains and cheerleaders eat their share of stolen bread!
The law is a mirage of enfranchisement of the poor
And the wig-wearers rappers of democracy
Who cannot solve or resolve problems and squabbles, but create and intensify them
With biased, inconsistent and conflicting rulings.
Politics has seized the law by its throat and subject it to its mien
While the wig wearers are busy taking sides in fowl-fights and groin-grabbing,
They left to be trampled on, the masses and democracy they are to protect.
Whatever the outcome, the masses will lick their wounds
While the wig-wearers return home to eat their kickbacks of crouton.
Today, like other days,
My country is jammed with dumb and lame party partisans
Who sing and dance to the Politics of Progressive Poverty, PPP.
There are the emperors, who started ruling us from the cradle,
Their in-laws and children have been ruling us since yesterday through their sponsorship;
Today, their families and friends are still warring on whom to rule our future.
They build the polity with arsenals of party stratagems and recruit the masses
Into battalions of ethnic, religious, regional and party militias,
Through their party divisional commanders,
And begin hostilities of destructive politics.
At the end of the battle, the masses will lick their wounds
While the politicians share and take home the national cake.
If today, like every other day from our political cradle
Hardship, poverty, dissension, have been the legacies of them
Who ruled and still always want to rule,
Why don’t they resign and enjoy their public-turned-private-wealth, PPW,
And let the polity restructures its dilapidated system?
Not so, because self and status, fortune and fame, pride and power
Override their manifestoes of lies crafted for the poor!
Is it a thing of pride to be the ruler of mass poverty and suffering;
While you make from and eat your Bread in a sewage pit? Local swine larded with gold!
Imagine the politician, who gathers our rights to basic necessity for himself and allies,
Like snails gathered from dirty ponds for luncheon; under the PPP party.
The opposition party, PPW, accuses him of fraud and forgery,
Alleges he is an imbecile, a hypocrite and a mediocrity.
Went to the court, the market place and shrine to challenge him.
But as soon as the table is turned and he becomes a PPW member,
As soon as crisp bank notes are misplaced in private pockets,
As soon as public slots are rationed out to the well-connected leaving out the nobodies;
As soon as political ego and personal gains reign supreme over the misfortunate,
They grant him absolution and acclaim he is a saint and saviour.
Every political party wants to own the right of kleptocracy.
At the end of the political vendetta, the masses will bury their dead
While the politicians share the spoils and quietly eat their bread!
solomonthrone 