Sainted thief
Salute!
Thieving saint
Decorated.
When a palm frond made for shade
Is burnt to ashes,
Not even skeletons can mask his beauty.
When a parliament gives you an award,
Be certain of a visit from ant-infested woods.
When a Cardinal fresh from conclave,
Frolics in hideous huts,
Broken kernels will adorn his neck.
What sort of medal was he expecting?
Like David's who slew tens of thousands?
You became transfixed in soured grapes -
Fresh from hallowed chambers,
All in shades of intent.
Corrupted by the palm wine they gave you:
High and tipsy in your jubilation of robbery;
A dreaded hunter shadowed to a dingy cell.
In torrents of shame
Prancing about on
Rancid banana peels
Greed has coloured the medal
Adorning your shadow's neck,
Like a canvas
In mixture of blood
Of victims' pains.
I wonder what runs through your mind
In the chambers of prison.
- Author: Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 19th, 2022 05:07
- Comment from author about the poem: How has the mighty fallen, from grace to grass. The poem is a depiction of a certain super cop, who was renowned for his heroics in crime bursting of dreaded and notorious criminals in the country. He received numerous awards from all corners, including national recognition. He ended up enmeshed in criminality and was recently caught and in detention. Crime does not pay.
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Comments1
ambition begets, power
power begets, fame
fame warps tenacity, to greed
greed, begets inhumanity
rest
is a tale foretold, since
time immemorial...
(nothing new, dear poet
just saddening
and dispiriting)
thanks for sharing!
Thanks Mek for reaching out. Your commentary sounds poetic and deeply philosophical.
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