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Nobody Likes a Destitute
Nobody likes a destitute
Especially the politician
He keeps the poor at bay
High walls
Electric fence
Fierce gateman
Mobile policemen
Beware of dogs
‘Oga travel’
Just to keep you away.
The Nigerian child
Will again go to sleep
On empty stomach.
He will grow without education
Because they do not
Like the poor.
The national cake
Being shared
At government houses
Among those dancing
In the party.
They call it
Partisan politics.
And we hear of trillions
We hear of projects
Programmes and agendas.
Alas, facades meant to
Dress the dirty polity.
And we know
Nobody likes a destitute.
The other day
From the grapevine,
A dishonourable Member
Forgot two Ghana-must-go
In his boot for days.
Just like that because
Nobody likes a destitute.
Especially the politician
He hides behind tinted glasses
And the SSS.
The Nigerian child
The country women
Shall starve
The old men shall lament
And the young men
Shall agitate
As nobody likes the poor
Even the government.
Especially the politician
He keeps the poor at bay
High walls
Electric fence
Fierce gateman
Mobile policemen
Beware of dogs
‘Oga travel’
Just to keep you away.
The Nigerian child
Will again go to sleep
On empty stomach.
He will grow without education
Because they do not
Like the poor.
The national cake
Being shared
At government houses
Among those dancing
In the party.
They call it
Partisan politics.
And we hear of trillions
We hear of projects
Programmes and agendas.
Alas, facades meant to
Dress the dirty polity.
And we know
Nobody likes a destitute.
The other day
From the grapevine,
A dishonourable Member
Forgot two Ghana-must-go
In his boot for days.
Just like that because
Nobody likes a destitute.
Especially the politician
He hides behind tinted glasses
And the SSS.
The Nigerian child
The country women
Shall starve
The old men shall lament
And the young men
Shall agitate
As nobody likes the poor
Even the government.
Published 5th Jan 2011
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5th Jan 2011 9:43pm
...and the poor are despised everywhere. Make sure you get born into cash, or it's a sad sad world at the bottom of the barrel.
Thank you Devine, for reminding us what we ignore, every day, in every town, everywhere.
Thank you Devine, for reminding us what we ignore, every day, in every town, everywhere.
7th Jan 2011 8:41am
Thanks for the comment. It feels great to know that the theme of this poem of mine happens every day, in every town, and every where.
