Poetry

Amicus Corruption: Poetry by Fabian Kaduka

No way to go

Amicus Corruption

They devour like tomorrow will never come

Wining and dining with fellow debauch

With guns and cigars flaming

Billowing smoke like industry chimneys

Their beetroot eyes,

A sign of forgotten remorse

 

Short-changed yet again we are

The Promised Land no longer within sight

Tongues of deceit, emptier promises,

a rule of the day

My ballot paper played the key role

to the mystery I witness

 

All dossiers of under dealings

My yet to be servant ever implicated

Hallways of the courts is ever present

Fighting to purge himself from putrefaction

His tainted construct a bitter pill to the subjects

To him, a merchandise of his trade

 

Time is soon fading

We await the new rules of the game

The new rules of deception to the gullible citizenry

Where all the county-folk have scenes to act

in their script

We are again bought with soul and body

And with our might we shall moil and toil

at their mercy

When at the tail end the valet sweeps to victory

 

Stand tall and unite for time is up

unite against the frailty of perversion

and transgression

For the merger will culminate into our emancipation

from “their” grip.

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3 Comments

  • Yes, Kaduka. Salvation always lies with the voter. But the conundrum is that we African voters have never learnt to define our self interest. We mistake the self interest of a tiny tip of
    the tribe for our own…
    I wish you could continue writing such committed poetry.
    Good to read…

  • The grip of these recidivist will one day be broken and we will see the true change in our country. Good poem.