OUR MAN

by Jude Loka Dili

OUR MAN

If there be furrow and not creek
When the Primester's lips part to speak
That is the face of our Man

If the shadow goes beyond the wall
And the man in it be proud and tall
That is the frame of our Man

If the sound be huaued and wuaued
And the words come slow and labored
That is the voice of our Man

If the walk be floppy and flat
And the talk be whimpered and sad
That is the way of our Man

O! The wonders of the Queen!
To seek her ways and her favour win
For she draws us a goodly line
And says to us: their treasure be all thine

Let live and them kill
For the nether folks shall yet till
And other folks shall yet stand
And their treasure still upon our hand

If there be furrow and not creek
When the Primester's lips part to speak
That is the face of our pain


124th Weekly Poetry Contest
Report violation

Comments

J.L Dili's picture
At least once in a quarter of a century a ruler emerges in one or more African countries proclaiming himself as saviour and defender of the masses. He promises to eliminate the ills of the ruling class and empower the masses. But when it's all been said and done there still remains the two groups: the same wealthy political class and the same poor majority.

Report SPAM