First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Page 72

Conscience becomes like a ship observed to be submerging
Margins become neither fair nor delicate
The blind and the seeing are never the same
You paid to be admitted, see what you became
A doctor’s reverse
Bliss in an alternate universe
Love conquers all, but tongues and faiths
He who believes in neither recruits both
Described as gentle as a dove
Not till he tampered with the till
And his friends stole to their fill
Not till we are left with the bill
Till our paper started weighing half of its former size
Did morsels of commonsense descend?
It wasn’t enough to go round
Some of them are still going round
Requesting to have their corruption back
Never cutting objective slacks
Showing clearly what their nation lacks
They are the real playmakers
Those men with purpled thumbs
They are the makers and masters of their fates…
Akeem Adetayo Oyalowo.
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