Saturday 16 January 2010

Ministry of Saboteurs


The Ministry is in the heart of town There is no missing it. It stands high and mighty Concrete walls made even stronger with iron rods and steel Hard labour creating a monster in size, intimidating young and old

This is the Ministry, the centre of all affairs Lives are made, livelihoods are earned. Initially through co-ordinated, organised means Means as stated in the almighty book of the land

Ministry of infrastructure, where water flows, Planes fly our skies and land safely and sound, Where I converse, communications lines powerful and sleek Lights across the streets in homes, hospitals working Catering for the ill, the weak, the damaged and the frail Or those expecting, ready to bring forth into the world a new Life

The Ministry which is in the heart of town Began to drawl and droop like an ailing monster Gradually it began to degenerate, tears rolling down Wetting the tiled floors that once shone like a mirror Now lying smudged with sputum spat by the passer-by

Ministry of infrastructure now breeding ground of saboteurs They, everywhere buzzing like flies, humming like bees From top to bottom: Messenger, Clerk, Security Officer, Administrator, Deputy Director, Super Director and Director General All working hard to achieve set goals not for the Ministry but for self

This is the Ministry, the centre of all crimes, known and unknown Lives are now destroyed, livelihoods now denied Through highly co-ordinated and organised means
Not stated in the mighty book, where no water flows The centre where nothing works: planes that fly our skies, Communications, queue-prone petrol pumps, hospitals, streets, Electricity, schools, banks, farmlands and oil of the Niger Delta

Ministry of Saboteurs, high and mighty, morally bankrupt Ruthlessly milking the cows of the land Contemptuously plundering with big-shouldered with impunity

The Ministry formally the heart of the land Now turned into Ministry of Saboteurs breaking souls Entrenching principles of unfair game, making sure all fail But they and their offsprings paying with their lives and their future,
Known and unknown to mankind and the land

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