
By King Komrabai Dumbuya
A Parliament of Owls
With that flamboyance,
murmured by onlookers,
a parliament of owls set in.
Swinging electioneering pendulums,
clouded with deceptive crowns,
and holding large thesauruses
to splutter barren promises.
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Thence suddenly,
an easy prey appears
amongst the crowd of predators.
The innocuous eighteen-year-old
Piercing eyes through the apparel
of this treacherous nature.
Yearning to fit in the heart
of a sugarcoated world.
Without the thinking cap of his own.
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Blind and not knowing
that deep inside,
behind the mask is a beast
armed and stalking to clog thy mind
with an indisputable aim
to clock thy own will.
Yes, though well packaged
as illiterate, poor, and hungry,
but not too poor
to read the truest lips of a parrot
cartooned to catapult self-interest.
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In this endless quinquennial loop,
we’re guzzled by this bunch of racketeers.
Stain corrupted by borrowed systems.
Painted with faded strings of equity.
Leaving souls lagging in their very own eyes.
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Alas, a system perceived
as a measure of intelligence,
and a wheel of equanimity,
flagged with free, fair and quality pendulums,
has now become the scourge of the world.
And its disciples are teasing us,
with ironies of unattended manifestos
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Through it caps, war zones brew.
Prerogatives are despotic.
Spirited mouths of truth are imprisoned.
Justice has been bought by the rich,
shipwrecking the generations to come.
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King Komrabai Dumbuya is an poet from Sierra Leone, a coastal country in West Africa. A self-confessed lover of words, he makes his thoughts bleed through his pen. His poems revolve around complex themes like trauma, gender, societal issues, war, and injustice. He cherishes a dream to publish his poetry collections soon.
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16 replies on “A Parliament of Owls”
I just can’t stop reading this piece again and again…….
Well written brother!
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Thanks so much bro
I’m proud to have you
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brother keep on pushing, the sky is your limit.
the poem is so educative
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Thanks my brother.
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Thanks great Bard for this brilliant piece depicting the insensitivity of our political leaders
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Yes bard,
We have to use the ink as the mightier sword of the world
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good work broo.i really feels your passion,energy ,time,you take to cry for the poor ..your pen is a sward that brings light to those who understand pain.May MOST HIGH continue to gives you wisdom .
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Nice one brother. Love ur stance in writing
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Thanks my little brother
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Thanks brother, my motivator
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Wowwww!!!! I have been thinking that our country(Sierra Leone) has lost writers not knowing that one of the good guys is my brother from another mother.
I enjoyed every word of the poem. Thanks bro, keep working harder and I see you holding many awards.
Thank again K D DON.
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Thanks so much brother.
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Thanks so much brother
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The wisdom in you is mightier than your imagination.
Do what you love and love what you do King K. D Done. (the days of Cogent Boys💪💪).
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Good work my brother, a thousand miles of journey starts with a foot steps
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Thanks brother
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