Member Poem

You do not meet them always
Yet they surround all your ways
Like a pool of water
Holding the body of a swimmer.
Men without frenzy
In this stony polity
From Port Harcourt to Yenegoa
From Enugu to Anambra,
Ikeja to Abeokuta
Cities turned into places of frowning faces;
Men without discernment
To see the contours
Of their people falling apart;
Breaking down of spirit and body.
Men without will power
Doing puppetry to perfection.
 
The strawberry men have come to stay
To hang in the corridors of power
Pushed to the limelight their eyes flicker.
Dear compatriots, resolve
To steer a new course at the polls
So we can be free from the strawberry men.