Death itself is just but ones,
a thousand times it feels like here;
for power grabbers reels off our fears,
of game plan closeup to their chests.
Whilst soldiers drill yet not for a war,
Each dancing to tuned pythons sound;
with guns at hand aimed to our heads,
we neither move, speak but subdued.
Whilst leaders dine on golden plates,
our bellies groan like all time wars;
their begotten wealth foul in our mouth,
in slave we toll for the masters needs.
Be unfazed by death to upend our fears
for in fear of death their profits grows;
Oh death! your sting is just their ploy,
my pen won’t ceases till freedom wins.
From ‘Intrigues of Power: Chronicles of a Failed State’.Coming soon
