POETRY

TORCH BEARERS

Sophists fabricate less than intricate fables

To convince us that the black we see

Is in fact white beneath the halo

Over the head of the God-sent angel

Bent on making us enjoy the sweet taste

Of limitless misery and squalor

As usual they over estimate our gullibility 
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Prostitutes shamelessly sway in time

Vehemently jamming their waists to please the patrons

Of the house where their bread is buttered

They are pathetic political vigilantes

Brandishing swords of floating ideals

Firebrands constantly shifting allegiance

To feed their warped sense of priorities

Apologists cloak their eyes to apparent truths

Vilifying us for our effrontery to ask why

We must be subjected to crumbs and dregs

In this land of blessed abundance

They seek to brow beat us into submission

In an attempt to undermine our power of thought

But they push us still closer to the wall.

God’s cracked vessels are a marvel to behold

At the altar they rant about the sanctity of human life

Only to be caught rocking bodiless heads at midweek

They clothe themselves in tortoise-shell amulets and charms

Seeking to pad the potency of the power of the Almighty.

Ubangiji, Omanchalla, Odoba- the conscience of the universe

Let your mercy shield us from evil eyes!

Torch bearers point us in salvation’s way

Lighting the path that we must tread

For the good of our miserable souls

But they are shrouded in deep darkness

Their own lives increasingly less worthy of emulation

Indeed the lantern lights the way for others

Even as darkness rocks its own bottom.