Author: Henry M.S. Kargbo
Like humming
bees within my head
When the living
feed on the fossils of the dead
I feel the
burden and tantrums of a world devoid of virtues
Where the voters
are deceived on what they rely
As the
chameleons, all they’ve said they’re soon to deny.
Slowly with
deceit and cunny they walk
Skilled in their
tongues to persuade when they talk
They are but
chameleons
Disguised in
deceitful robes amid the poor flock
With itchy
fingers to the honey comb they rush to get stock.
Like parasites
on the pockets of the ruled, they derive
On the voters
they prey
In their power
thirst ambitious drive
What fate is ours
O lord I pray!
When with
patience and fallacy, they walk to the power comb;
And thus the
electorate on hearing their sweet words, they believe;
With their ugly
true colors yet unfold,
Their dream,
they eventually achieve.
In green skins
on the greenery fields flashing virtues to the masses
That their votes
shall flourish to feed the hungry
With sugary
oration like biblical vases
In their quest
to commit burglary.
O woe the day
Long gone
When we cast to
devil our votes away
A deed once
& all done
Whence ours
votes are thieved
Their true colors
they haste to unfold
For vote of
thanks they ensure we’re grieved
And of sweet
tales never to be told
Where forth goes
all the promises
I know not
For the only
harvests we eat of are but bruises
Of a sugary
coated bitter nut.
Henry M.S. Kargbo is a young Sierra-Leonean
academic and poet pursuing a Bachelors Degree in Law (LLB) at the University of
Makeni. Founding Member of the Pen Foundation, social Analysts and legal
scholars.
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