Shamed Cop

Ifeanyichukwu

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 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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  • L. B. Mek

    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!

    • Ifeanyichukwu

      Thanks Mek for reaching out. Your commentary sounds poetic and deeply philosophical.



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