By Erasmus Ikhide
Behind the mask of power and might,
A facade of fear, a hidden sight.
The iron fist, a velvet glove,
Conceals the truth, a story to be told.
The echoes of jackboots resound,
Shadows of oppression all around.
The silence breaks, the truth revealed,
A facade of fascism, terror concealed.
The white hoods symbolize hate and fear,
A legacy of violence, a path to spear.
The faceless masses, a sea of dread,
A culture of silence, a people long oppressed.
I am the corrupt white lion of Kogi Rock,
In polluted Confluence City, where Mungo Park ruled the roost.
I break bones for bread, scoop brains for lunch,
Suck blood for dinner, with no remorse or crunch.
Don’t be deceived by my Monday smiles,
Whitened teeth, white attire, and cap that hides.
My hands are stained with unseen blood of red indigo,
ICPC worships in my coven, EFCC is my footstool, low.
Kayode makes white cassocks for worshippers with stolen funds,
From broken, raped citizens, their cries and woes profound.
Buharas and Bulabas sing praises, beat drums of sacrilege,
Graft, paralysis, grandeur, rottenness, and hollowness that cling.
I’m worse than the old River State Governor,
Navy Commander Alfred Diete-Spiff, who shaved Minere Amakiri’s head,
With broken bottle pieces, for fouling his birthday with a negative tale,
I drink journalists’ blood, feed their carcasses to my vultures, without fail.
But truth will rise, the facade will fall,
The fascist with cloven feet will vaporize, and lose all.
Maggots will feast on puking eyes, bones will decay,
Skin will fall off the hollow head, and the terror will fade away.
The voices of freedom will echo through it all,
For in the darkness, a light will shine, and the facade will fall.
The terror will be left behind, and justice will prevail,
A new dawn will rise, and freedom will set sail.
Erasmus Ikhide contributed this poem via: ikhideluckyerasmus@gmail.com
