Man Behind The desk

My right is not entirely mine

For it belongs to me only in name

Muted in the pockets of our man who walks the corridors of power

His protruding belly vibrates to incessant notifications from the peoples’ bank

Getting bigger as it happily receives the deposits of Our Benefits!

He rides to the courtroom at dawn

Attends plenary at noon

And dines at the villa at sun-down

He decides for me because I let him

He eats my share of the bounty also, since he does more work than I do

From the Villa to the Chambers, he works tirelessly

While I sit idly in a corner, sulking on the remaining days of anguish

He grows bigger and fatter

And I, the opposite

He plies routes designed in the clouds

And when he lands, the barricades whispers his arrival

50km radius. Our man must be Protected

He mingles with all except my kind

For my right-LESS status makes me ineligible.

True!

Perhaps he has forgotten

That he only took for a while what actually belongs to me

And very soon, the destitute will walk to the polls again

Please, whisper this into his ears

That my right may not entirely be mine right now

But my THUMB is.

(They know themselves . They are the ones behind the desk. They don't do much except sit at a game of chess. They are the players that have turn my country to a shadow of herself. They kept the commonwealth for themselves alone while millions of us suffered. Research further and you'd be amazed to know how rich my country is. My country is blessed with wealth of resources but I guess she was cursed with Bad Leaders. The election period should be a tool to weed out these crop of individuals but it is sad to know that most times, the elections are compromised)