Here Comes The New Paradise! Poem by Eche Ononukwe

1.

To your shame, Big Brothers,

I am sorry!

You, like a Christmas goat

Tak’n to the abattoir,

parade yourselv’s before us on parties’ platforms,

canvassing to have our votes.



Behold you now,

making promises that travel to the sky,

where the Holy One has His Home!







Like an empty whirling wind,

fumbling before an impregnate cloud,

you ask for our votes,

which you need before you will be in vot’d;

with you chameleon humble hearts,

you stress points after points

as an African elephant would trumpet,

causing no earthquake.



See and see you now,

humbly come to win our hearts

with your ever-sugar-coated-blabbering tongues!



So Soon, you’ve forgot’n your million pledges,

made to us your wives before the altar of politics

in the eyes of the Chief Priest of election.



2.



To us you pledge to provide good living,

like Him who creat’d things out of nothingness.

To us, new Garden of Eden is avow’d

where Hunger will avert her weird face.



Here now comes the new paradise,

that you these ruthless-ungrateful juggernauts

have to us brought!

Paradise of torture and of shame,

that pierces through our already nak’d marrows!



Lo we promise you,

the fool paradise of oppression

shall you in turn reap!