Who Will Wake Our Power-men From Their Slumber?
Post Published on February 25, 2024 by Anthony Ekata
They have amassed massive wealth from our commonwealth
Leaving the common man with no food on his mat
And no means for his health.
With a pair of corrupt eyes
They peer from within their tinted SUVs
At fellows who not long ago were their peers
Until a verdict from a Supreme Cult of power brokers
Catapulted them to coloured chambers
Where they hold the yam and the knife
Dispensing crumbs only after they have had their fill.
Are they too dumb to feel the anger in the land
Caused by hunger and fear for the future?
Are they too blind to see the handwriting on the wall
That spells imminent doom for a blessed nation?
Are they so eminently deaf
That they cannot hear
The cancerous cackling of livid chickens coming home to roost?
Are their flabby skins,
Covered with flamboyant fabrics, too thick
Or their brandy-breathing nostrils too tickled
To sense the smell of kegs of gunpowder
Waiting to be ignited by a strike of nationwide march?
They divert palliatives meant for all
To their friends and relatives
Leaving millions in awe
Of these thieves they put in power!
They dream of their second terms;
Some even their third,
When the Terms of Office of the first
Have not been adhered to as sworn to.
Who will wake our Power-men and their cohort
From their slumber in State Chambers?
From Random Thoughts: A Collection of Essays and Poems
By Tony Ekata
Pretoria, February 25, 2024
