Our Place

Lee Imuede

Our place is a malady. 

With actors and potentates in its midlands

Out of whose mouths go guileful pledges. 

So it is when they seek a seat. 

Their levity luring our entreaty, 

And by this wont is our prize inhumed 

 

Our place is a sphere of arrogations.

An arena for self-important brigands. 

The very sobriquets for rot.

Ablating, enervating, etiolating, 

The nurtured greenness of the place;  

The unstinting labor of heroes past

 

Our place is a sanctuary of apostates

With glib lips of logorrheic volubility. 

A reliquary of bromidic sermons; 

Everywhen wanglers and workers of wonders

From whose gri-gris, with surplus abreast, 

Camels through needles' eyes must go

 

Our place is the art of venality.   

Reigning and raining by leaps and bounds 

With plenary powers and contumelies        

Weltering, dominant, even on law's cot. 

Beginning and weaving deliberations through 

And resident ever, like a stay-at-home lioness 

 

Our own place feels all the inflicting 

Excruciating, it bleeds, it weeps; it reacts.  

Shall not the ills wreaked and sired today

Seep into the making of tomorrow? 

Now then, is time to begin the cathartic tread

To indeed serve our fatherland! 

To indeed serve our fatherland! 

 

  • Author: Mendy (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 26th, 2022 14:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: A poem that decries the deep-seated depravity trending in the country and teaming with such undue practices as political corruption, self-centeredness, hypocrisy and religious falsehood as inserted in the stanzas.
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 21
  • Users favorite of this poem: Nile Blue
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  • Doggerel Dave

    I understand your anger - but 'it's the same the whole world over'; then how to ' begin the cathartic tread'?
    Keep writing and let us know...

    No, I mean that; welcome to MPs and stay.

    • Lee Imuede

      Thanks and I'll

    • Nile Blue

      I find the ‘language’ if your writing almost Biblical... but in the good sense, in the sense of the profound depth and breadth of your nonetheless very... correction... extremely succinct words. Reading this was like reading a collection or a volume of inter-related Haiku. Loved how you expressed this very unfortunate reality.



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