AT THE END OF THE DAY

AT THE END OF THE DAY(A Poem for those who hold public offices)

The day has come to an end, And you are going home with a heavy pocket and stomach. The masses have been robbed, And their eyes full of blood. Blood of vengeance and hatred. You have seized their lands, And made them go hungry. You have betrayed their trust in you as a leader, Because you don’t feel their pains and agony. Your children have at least a piece chicken in their pots and a car in their garage, And you don’t care if others even have a bicycle wheel. At the end of the day, You are breaking bottles in bars and wine houses, And the peasants you’ve robbed are battling with Cholera Gotten from bad water. Meanwhile the funds meant for the provision of quality water Are dancing and jubilating in your private account. At the end of the day, The educated and talented University graduates have become professional idlers, While your illiterate and unqualified siblings and people are comfortably seated On soft office chairs in air conditioned rooms, Doing nothing. You have transformed your public office into a tribal and family meeting house. At the end of the day, What have you contributed to the advancement of your fatherland? You may think you are wise and free by robbing others and embezzling state funds, But remember, you will have to give an account of your service to the state. The Disease which attacked cocoa might soon attack coffee, The hawk that perched on others might soon hover around you too, And your grand master whom you praise will not spare you. You will also visit the dark room. To answer to the call of justice. Even if your grand master fails to do so, The Over All boss will send you to a place where you shall gnash your teeth forever. Let the wise remain wise.

Ntui Oben Obi Agbor

28/09/2016

edited by. Morfaw Ruddy and Yensi Helen Jokem