"The New King" A POEM WRITTEN BY FRANCIS GUONAA
The New King
The old king was bad
He ruled out lives with iron hands
Thought by many of his folks.
He was using the gun to rule.
Then our liberator appeared
Clothed in clouds and smoke
And we clapped our hands and laps
Displaying our teeth like seeds of maize dried.
He brought a gun without sound
And could shoot and kill our conscience
Killing our hope and progress.
We were running away from military dictatorship
And we're now wallowing in political dictatorship.
Democratic dictatorship is more toxic and dangerous.
When you hand over your weapons to your lover
And you turn to pick quarrel with him
Where then lies your safety ?
The old king was bad
But the new king is worse
Worshipping money and fame.
Our assets are now liabilities to us
Because, we're now serving as caretakers
And our dignity is totally lost.
We're now in the cross road
Why ? ? ?
In days of old, kings were simple and humble
They could break and burn their arrow of arrogance.
Today, inheritors and successors of thrones
Express their greed in speed
Losing their focus and conscience
And their hearts are ruled by idiots
And posterity is weeping in tears.
The new king is funny
Looking strange in his outfit
Being tethered like a goat.
And invented rope is used
Not known from history by the folks
But new fashion for the task.
The maize seeds are now far from the husk
And only lip service is paid.
So, we're groaning to grow and gritty.
Sacrifices made to the gods,
The meat was shared among the poor folks
Except burnt offerings.
But now, Chief priests are now vultures
Devouring more than expected.
Our hope, love, trust and unity is betrayed and lost
Leading us to lust
And the spirit of solidarity is very far from sight.
How can we then thrive?
The knife of separation is wicked
Just because we're ignorant.
But, when the King makers are corrupted
Then, the King can never be honest
As it will be part and parcel of his reign.
But, if posterity is weeping in tears
Then the new King must watch !
Guonaa Francis
The old king was bad
He ruled out lives with iron hands
Thought by many of his folks.
He was using the gun to rule.
Then our liberator appeared
Clothed in clouds and smoke
And we clapped our hands and laps
Displaying our teeth like seeds of maize dried.
He brought a gun without sound
And could shoot and kill our conscience
Killing our hope and progress.
We were running away from military dictatorship
And we're now wallowing in political dictatorship.
Democratic dictatorship is more toxic and dangerous.
When you hand over your weapons to your lover
And you turn to pick quarrel with him
Where then lies your safety ?
The old king was bad
But the new king is worse
Worshipping money and fame.
Our assets are now liabilities to us
Because, we're now serving as caretakers
And our dignity is totally lost.
We're now in the cross road
Why ? ? ?
In days of old, kings were simple and humble
They could break and burn their arrow of arrogance.
Today, inheritors and successors of thrones
Express their greed in speed
Losing their focus and conscience
And their hearts are ruled by idiots
And posterity is weeping in tears.
The new king is funny
Looking strange in his outfit
Being tethered like a goat.
And invented rope is used
Not known from history by the folks
But new fashion for the task.
The maize seeds are now far from the husk
And only lip service is paid.
So, we're groaning to grow and gritty.
Sacrifices made to the gods,
The meat was shared among the poor folks
Except burnt offerings.
But now, Chief priests are now vultures
Devouring more than expected.
Our hope, love, trust and unity is betrayed and lost
Leading us to lust
And the spirit of solidarity is very far from sight.
How can we then thrive?
The knife of separation is wicked
Just because we're ignorant.
But, when the King makers are corrupted
Then, the King can never be honest
As it will be part and parcel of his reign.
But, if posterity is weeping in tears
Then the new King must watch !
Guonaa Francis
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