Agbalagba Akan*
Your hand is heavy on our land:
it's milk & honey.
It dances in a cryptic pattern
about the coffers within your control.
The evils perpetuated in secret
under the cloak of immunity,
have stank thoroughly unto the public squares.
The summer contracts you award
in winter apparels making nonsense,
the law and its exponents.
To stand for the truth
even in death is admired,
to pilfer till nothing is left
abounds to failing national health.
Though we cry our eyes yet see,
a shameless leader, we do not need.
(Shameless Leader)*
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