Political Bugs.

 

Political Bugs.

 

With sunken eyes, in their desperate mendicant rags they gather;

to welcome this bedevilled crew;

that losely waves at them.

They gaze at this poor with fake smiles, in the comfort of  limos and luxury cars.

These swollen bed bugs bleeding a nation to death;

They utter nothing but shameless promises of a better tomorrow; 

thugs and thieves well clad in burrowed ropes; but nothing ever changes.

Handing down tins of sardines and slices of bread, as bait for their prey,

In exchange of their victims' lives and livelihoods.

Its election time and the zombies are out again.

The mercililess vampires tour the streets;

proclaiming their faded clichés of interminable years,

as if in mockery they caress their well fed bodies, as they pry for more,

overloading  their banks and egos.

The hypnotized holler and shout their praise, trapped in their snare,

unable to react, to free themselves from the tyranny.

It were better the rule of our forefathers,

our chiefdoms and kinships. 

This kidnap of a modern slavery stinks;

that had replaced traditional self rule with pitiless lunatics;

Strangers to each other, drunk with power and the blood of their fellow people.

Pride youself Kingkong and move to your end;

the earth waiting to swallow you up as all the rest,

with no legacy to be remembered,

your name suddenly forgotten and erased

as the evil record you made,

While others with the gold of good deeds their names in history inscribed:

 

A. King

26.9.2018