The Milipoliticians

Like the cavorting
he goat on heat,
the citizens unbridled follow
treading, wending, meandering
the endless road to democracy.

Yes! Democracy
Our Democracy
Half blooded, tainted, morbid, rancid.
A relay of retired Generals
sharing tracks, exchanging batons.

Consecrated con-men
Sacred Swindlers
Divine Deprivers
Masters marginalisers
They think the nation’s leadership
their birth right.

The masses dawdle in deprivations
bruised, incarcerated, incapacitated
inebriated in poverty and penury.

Trillions, billions, millions
salted away in Swiss Accounts
and children’s children
children’s children indeed.

Hypocrites and Harlots
Let them wallow in their wiles
Judgment shall come when
what savoured them shall sadden them.

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