A FLAWED SYSTEM - A RENEGADE SYSTEM



Mornings bleed darkness to unblissed realities

– lacrimal kiss to lids........

                                                     blink, a tear shed

                               as we watch solemn nightfall set in bright youthful hearts generation upon generation.

Pretty and beauty turn sour as evil sweep 

                          the lands by oath sworn rulers and power wielders

                                                                           – a sour taste, tongue to mouth

                                                                                                       Blood thirst......................

Centuries of mornings and nights

                       – generating mourning than rights to citizens

                                                 a deviation from sworn behaviours by existing civil watchers.

 National spills of tears

                – the earth cries,

Bleeding tears dripping and soaking earthen tars

                    – a national swing to the rhythms of corruption and deception

                                                          Truth far gone.......art thou lost?!

Deafened rulers partnering injustice

       in a tango dance to the orchestral tunes of cries and weeping of citizens

                                                    Indelible crests............minds imprisoned!

.....    .....    .....    .....    .....

In trusted hands,

fingers thumbed and inked on Election Days

                                        – or rather…” Selection Days”

The spills of lectern lies and manifest spoken

                                            – a deviation from sworn deeds of action swung

                                                                                                                    Deception!!!

Selected rulers than elected,

   glorying in joyous antiphons to the deaths of citizens.

                                           One..........two..........more..........

                                                                            Murderous.............monstrous!!!

A system…..a flawed system

“The police is your friend”

                            – a renegade sentence in a modern day

A pledged fidelity to insecurity than not

                                                        – “is the police truly your friend?”

“No permanent friend, no permanent enemy”

                     – a renegade statement bullying the existence of justice to politicians "politrickians"

Pledged fidelity to corruption and injustice than not

                           – “are the politicians our friends or enemies or simply intoxicated power wielders?”

Generations.......

                        again let to suffer the misdeeds of the fathers?

The bleeding flow of ancestral sores......

                                                                .......yet spills upon skins of newborns!

A right system we craved

                      – a carved cave of a renegade system we live.

Justitia omnibus...

 Justitia omnibus...

             Justitia omnibus...

we beckoned.....

 we called out.....

              – our today for tomorrow!

A Right System!

        A Sane System!

End the violence.......

                             – for we are carved by our diversities.

Stop the killings.......

                             – for in our diversities,

                                                        we paint the mosaic beauty of our Nation.

Give us a just system

                              we can call our own......

                                                           – for our tomorrow's tales begin today!

A Right System!

       A Just System!

 

Callistus I. Okonkwor


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