Litany of Lamentations

Not just a vicious cycle

I would say a spiral of violence

Not just psychological torture

I would say a nation run by thieves

Not just crushing of youth’s dream

I would say killing of the larvae before they grow

Not just a wall made of gangsters

I would say constructed with their bricks of arrogance

Not just haughtily bawdy

I would say morally uncouth

Not just devilishly cunning

I would say satanically sly

Not only the smell of their shit

I would say the stench of rottenness

Not just looking like political mishmash

I would say political indigestion

Not just misery in squalor

I would say abjection in a quagmire

Not just legalisation of corruption

I would say bastardisation of impurities

Not just condoning crime without punishment

I would say consolidation of their heinousness

Not just a throne and crown in decay

I would say their timeless putridity

Not just a king sowing seeds of discord

But I would say but dances and rhymes with division

Not just clannishly sheepish

I would say gangsterly arrogant

Not just sloppily clumsy

I would say a thousand headed hydra

Not just monstrously ugly

I would say a basking shark

Not just the flames of passionate hate

I would say unpardonable hellish hate

Not just that they can’t change

I would say they’ve made up their minds impervious

Not just they won’t look back

I would say some men can’t just change

Not just trapped in their quick sand

I would say misery, poverty and privation

Not just a gang of petty thieves pushed by hunger

I would say highwaymen robbing for greed

Not just a lazy stupid bunch at the helm

I would say a lousy crazy bunch steering the ship aground

Not just a demagogue thinking he’s a pedagogue

I would say a coward with demagogic delirium

Not just fake politicians and statesmen

I would say convoluted to the marrow bone

Not just their disorderly debauchery

I would say chaotic apocalypse now

Not just driving the nation into her grave

I would say making of every life living hell

Not just through blind and questionable greed

I would say through reckless and unthinkable felony

Not just by burning and burning with fire

I would say burning and burning to ash all hopes

When the gangster in chief has to this listen

I would the world ask him what he has learnt as a lesson.

Curled from Peace Mongers at War ©2009 Bill F Ndi