Ode To Our Rulers Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

Like these innocent children,
We gathered submitting our rights
To you, these honourable men
Who have led us to this place of plights.
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Lo, you silently swindle our treasuries;
You dwell in paradisal affluence.
Still uncontented with these greedy glories,
You decieve us without conscience.
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Alas! Eat and eat and chunder.
Alas! Drink and drink to turd.
While pretty poverty sweeps us asunder,
While we can not afford dry bread.
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Lo! Eat to oversatisfaction.
Lo! Drink to overcomplacency.
And shatter our dreams and mission,
And delude us with untrue transparency.
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Your affluent quaints in riches billow;
Our children brutally orphaned.
And our sadness in breeze billow,
But your loots are what you have planned.
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Desport yourself! Peril plays at your doors,
Predicaments under your quaints dwell.
Heaven keeps mute, and gently measures.
Your sorrow shall echoe like the ringing bell.

Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle