The Roguish Grasshopper Poem by Golda C NjiribeakoAlexander

He came into our pride of place, promising brighter days of redemption
To a devastated people in need of dire deliverance and hope
Hopelessness would be a thing of the past we all anticipated
Gladdened hearts roared with shouts of joy and gleeful merriment
Ready to put the horrendous past behind and fix the future together
But we were led to dance on the grass with a heartless grasshopper!

Aha! Through the years we saw the rouge in his true image
He forgot easily how when he was seeking for a bowl of meat
We happily gave to him, willing to work with him as our leader
I still wonder at the sudden change of an inspired mind
I still wonder where the vows made in humble gallantry went
I still wonder at the unforeseen arrogance and nonchalance of the grasshopper!

Granted he did some empowering deeds for the nation, or did he?
Sometimes, pardon me if am wrong, I feel it’s all a designed farce
For the dish of salvation he served turned out with a bitter taste
How dare you think you could trample on the pride of a revered nation?
How dare you think you could pollute the atmosphere, scamming us overnight?
These are questions you’d have to answer someday, you crafty grasshopper!

Copyright © Golda Njiribeako June 27th 2007