The Preacher Came For Their Tithes.. Poem by Uwakwe Uchechkwu

A long time ago
The seasons drew near
And the soil became fertile
for a new planting period.
The 'preacher' came to us with his band
He asked for our tithes to be dipped deep into the ballot box
What could we do since he came with a 'token'?
We gave it to him
and he gave us a token in exchange for our voice

And now, we die in protest for our pensions
Where is the preacher?
Now, we lie wary in hunger
Where is the preacher?
We struggle with the street dogs for bones
Where is the preacher?
The pathways on which we troad bleed
Where is the preacher?
And the youths perish in search for jobs
Where is the preacher?

Is the preacher nowhere to be found?