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.
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