DYING AND SMILING

The joys of Africans are dwindling

Like a tale, before sun away fading

Before morrow, Nigerians’ pride will peter

Like a petal, would away quickly wither

Can’t you feel the wind of poverty?

Can’t you smell the scents of betrayal?

Can’t you taste the tastes of ill wind?

Blowing from the west sweeping east?

Carrying sounds of collusion and confusion?

Between wayo and wuruwuru

The God-forsaken leaders and praise-singing followers

Never-do-well Senators and self centred Representatives

The wicked executive and the lying-lips judiciary

Amidst the ibelekuic judiciary and the devil’s bidding legislature

For the sake of Ghana-must-go they go fighting

The land of our forefathers

Wonderfully created, yet enslaved

Like a failure, endangered by pride

Wrecked by die-hard electronic bandits

and devilish fierce-looking monsters