At the head of this pack was a ruthless rogue
Who once stole the Senate crown in the dead of night
(Part 1)
Here, once again,
Our Prostitutes in Power (PIP)
The shameless dogs have scuttled
Back to their vomit
Our Very Right Honorables are back
In the folds of those they once betrayed
Just last season
They broke bond and boundary
Swore new oaths, pledged their fickle faiths
Before a new Headman and his crop of new cohorts
Intoxicated by new intrigues
Fired up by insatiable appetites:
The nation, to them, was a fallen elephant
And they came with an arsenal of knives
At the head of this pack was a ruthless rogue
Who once stole the Senate crown in the dead of night
He found useful Vice in a serial Second Fiddler -
The Prince and his Puppet, both perpetually perverse
But the union went sour, the scheme awry
Their share of the flesh disappointed their knives
They fumed, they fretted; then, their tails between their legs,
They scuttled back to their erstwhile base companions
Mindless, rapacious, incurably self-absorbed:
Unfortunate the land ruled by this band of rogues
But unhappier the people so silently
Sentenced to crumbs from their degenerate tables
Part 2
This, once again,
Is their season of migration
Corpulent Birds of Prey who bury the people’s fate
In the pit of their putrid stomachs
Umbrella in the morning
Broom at noon
Hammer and Sickle at night
All these and more the following day
Strangers to Honour
Perverters of Principle
Venal vagabonds who dangle sacred Loyalty
Before the highest or lowest bidder
Their mouths are graveyards
For assassinated Truth;
Their dreams nightmares
For a mad, misbegotten country
Caucuses at night
Caucurses during the day:
Nigeria’s Prefects of Perfidy
Are leagued against our commonweal
Our Very Right Honourables are back again,
Shameless dogs to their wormy vomit
Rigging, rampaging, and romping all the way
While the people watch in damnable silence
Niyi Osundare