The Gangsters Poem by Tony Adah

The gangsters conspired to remain
At the base of the societal pyramid
Consigned and abandoned
They lived hand to mouth
In the takes of peanuts from politicians
They shine their shoes and licked their boots.

And they reverted to kidnappers, oil thieves
Thugs and touts and robbers
But they are all worst for it
And their bosses caught them and imprisoned them
And killed them.
They are worst for it
Deliberately huddling at the
Last rung of the ladder of society
That's what their bosses and oppressors love
To let them hold themselves
In servitude when they have gone to school
Properly or improperly baked.