THE EAGLE’S EYE ( a Spoken Word Poem)

THE EAGLE’S EYE

I see placards everywhere, in the first week of the year
I see them on the street

Walking in the sun on bare feet.

I see them in the market place

Whispering to the neighbor selling lace.

I see them on their mama’s back

Strapped with a wrapper around her chest

I see them with tie on their necks

Rushing to sit on their busy desks

Trying to give it their best

Yet their mind is never at rest.

I see them in their place of worship

Making their Priest and Imam their Lordship

I see them profuse and confused

Their attention hijacked and diffused.

I see them peeping through their little windows

Women afraid another bomb blast can make them widows.

I see tears in their eyes, falling like rain drops from the sky

I see Babylonian in Zion, striking hot the cold iron

Tearing down flesh like a hungry lion

Actualizing their evil plans of eon

I see fear on people’s faces

Scared to go to rowdy places

I see them walk home in pace

Cus the authority has since abandoned their case.

As the evil try to open up can of worms

The government thinks it’s just a storm in a tea cup

But the people are terrified by war songs

Singing yet biting their sour tongues.

I see their leaders as the highest bidder.

The so called senators are nothing but a bunch of predators

I see them in the lower chamber

Throwing words at each other with hot temper

Assembled in the ad hoc house,

Just to taste the cheese like Mickey Mouse

They are making policies for us to see

But their minds are corrupt, waiting to launder money over seas

Not the EFCC or ICPC can stop them

Cus they are agencies too blind to see them.

We are being given concoction for abortion

Investigation is their language in ugly situations

What else could it be but corruption

They are all crooks; even the few with integrity are disappointing

Don’t ask how, just ask Farouk.

I heard him say he has no shoes.

Shoes are not working tools, so tell him we are no fools.

I wish to put it all in my gazette,

But he has since refused to declare his assets

Acting funny, showing off his flat and ugly biceps

Eating cassava bread with no license.

He shed crocodile tears when humans are sacrificed

I don’t know what to say, but his tears are insignificant

The last time I heard, two birds dropped from the sky

The first ran into a moving van leaving some dead in Ghana

The second fell in our neighborhood, her name was Dana

Leaving cloud of dust and thick smoke in the air

Dead bodies are found lying everywhere.

In the north, everyday homes are destroyed

To the grave, great destinies are deployed.

All this I see through the eye of an Eagle

We need to redeem the days cus it’s full of evil.

I see Babylonian in Zion,

Tearing down flesh like a hungry lion

I see hustling & bustling in fear

In see a government that doesn’t care

They are serving us concoction for abortion

Corruption has eaten deep into our dear Nation

Give us light, good roads and water,

The youths need jobs, tired of eating bread and butter.

We need security, let the killing stop

Tell it loud; tell it to the man on top.

by YommyBishop………

                                                                             

This poem is written as a Reflection of the state of our Nation.

My heart goes out to families and friends of those that died in the struggle, in the bomb blasts, and the bomb blast victims and those that lost their lives in the Dana plane crash of 3rd June 2012. God will give them fortitude to bear the loss and May the Soul of the Dead Rest in Peace. These barbaric human sacrifice must stop, lets ask for mercy on our knees because God is all we need.