She borne a beautiful country
full of lies, more astute with
calumny perhaps.
Stone–blind elites dine on table
with ants on hills, fats of ram―
a banquet on the lumens of
Africa’ power base rassle
with eyeless Patriots .
Leaders sway in plane lies,
wear masquerades the mask
of sheep.
A great nation dies with division,
dishonesty in veins flows
like the wave of a beach in tempest.
Blessed are you with gifts from
the heavens,
yet with soap in eyes
on the cusp of leadership.
Alps are surmountable,
her alp with peepy eyes
look never to see wisdom
as future of offsprings blur.
Giant sailor of the third world,
always a toddler,
will your foxy ever embark
on a
journey for utopia to behold
its blessedness？
When will you get a flawless
diamond,
Cos gold is hard to get at―
a panacea I seek not
theoretical sly .
36 set of members placed
before a Goliath are drunk
with
strength of authority,
never to save a dying
poor box.
Will she survive it,―
the weight of her sightless staffs.
