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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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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