Recycracy

The same set of people ruled a country right from independence. Changing seats of governance and extending tenures in office. Yet, the country still sits on a pile of refuse.

Under the guise of freedom and choice

The same set of rulers raise their voice

 

From independence till this day

Their power games we cannot sway

 

They swap positions like musical chairs

And extend their reign with endless affairs

 

Their greed knows no bound or limit

As they heap their pockets, we bear the brunt of it

 

Freedom, democracy is what they preach

But their promises remain out of reach

 

The people suffer, the nation decays

As they sit atop a pile of refuse in their selfish ways

 

Oh, how we long for a fresh breeze

To blow away this stench of disease

 

And rid ourselves of this endless cycle

Of recycracy, this vicious cycle

 

We must rise up and break this chain

And refuse to be ruled by the same

 

For a brighter future, we must strive

And put an end to this political jive.

Reviews

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Very well put.

Good poem. I enjoyed it.

;)

[Seyi Ojenike]

Thank you very much for your review.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

You're welcome

Blessed be!!!