Aug 3, 2017

The Bandit Clan – by Teetea

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 The Bandit Clan

~

Hell should have know they were

just a bandit clan!

Clambering on board

‘Another Presidential Change’

Their weapons of mass diminution

To the last of the golden gander

Have slaughtered our very

common wealth

Upon their vain ambition’s vault

~

Must we then, so commending

them,

Even in this frenzied loathe

Throw supplications unto their

feet?

~

While they tell us in many words

and wrongful deeds

How we are one step yet to – –

Feeding from the bin!

How we are further steps to – –

Begging by the streets!

~

I recall the raging bellows of

yesterdays

All for just ‘A Presidential

Change!’

And wonder how they won even

the  least of hearts

To this pale light of Demon-cratic

dusk.

~

And now in their Corruption Table 

Royale 

A cheering crowd no more is

seen again

The conned and bewildered lie

in tattered ruins

Like refuse bins cast on streets of

stone.

~

Now their promises sweep down

our creeks

And their Crocodile smiles litter

our shores

Even the children have joined in

silent wondering:

~

How can we wave again to a killing

train

Wobbling and rambling its foul

breath?

And the millions of the beggars

count each day

To every hundredth day of

‘A Presidential Change!’

~

Now let our curses rain upon their

heads

As every trumpeter is sounding the

doom

In the looming mist of tomorrow’s

wrath

A-P-C is just another bandit clan

From the other side of the

marauding band.


Nature enamoured graphic and art critic

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