A National Hallucination Perhaps

Perhaps because of him the devil’s mother stripped naked and cursed us all,
Bared before our popping eyeballs her pendulous nipples
Flowing with left and black and wrong and gall.
Is it that our Excellency ate Satan’s vices for lunch?
Why, his head is now become thick and demands seven
Of our own necks to prop it up.
Keep it sane seven times,
Keep it afloat, from drowning in his raging mind.

Thus held aloft, the Father of the Nation comes home in his devices,
Bearing Satan’s mouth and proclaiming God’s promise.
How shall we ever die in this life with these vices ingested?
Hear, our national papa favors us with laden words –
Tons and tons and tons of words of vicedom.
We are primed citizens now, patriots propping this Chief up and tipping our hats
To his twisted wisdom that urges the devouring of our nation.

A national hallucination perhaps, hammered into our heads and taxed with our necks.
We swallowed our life during Midnight’s Freedom, and washed it down with spicy words.
Maybe plain words too.
Henceforth today is not, and tomorrow is not,
For we are apparitions that our children, and theirs, have been fated to cry.



2 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by florence owino on May 1, 2012 at 22:40

    A good one!


  2. Posted by Evelyne on May 2, 2012 at 07:56

    Eish! Still stuggling to understand…… thats a hard one…


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