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BARONS OF INCOMPETENCE by Chinatu Blessed Orji

Day 13
#365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge

Barons of incompetence are;
Those Kleptomaniac fingers
You Take all
You Take Anything
You Take Everything
You Take From the High
You Take From the low
You Take From the  Rich
You Take From the poor
You want to take from ME? Tufiakwa!!

Irrelevant space occupants
In guise of Big boys
In guise of Slay mamas
In guise of Brethren
In guise of the "Holies"
In guise of Workers
In guise of Servant
In guise of Friend
In guise of Leader
In guise of Teachers
In guise Ambassadors
In guise of High
In guise of Poor
In guise of King
In guise of You
You deceive Us
You deceive you
your future you kill alone
Official Loot Lords
Our Ambassadors so acclaimed
Are you patriotic still?
Please reverse all over

Barons of Incompetence
Your Hands stretched abroad
Your Eyes are abroad
Your Legs wandering
You know your grave site right? Home!
Your age grades are expecting crispy dollar
Oh! your father died into shallow grave unmourned
grow their economy
Let your mother suffer

Foe of good service
Yet Your wish is my command?
Forged figures made clean?
Flee from Kleptomaniac 'sit-tight' patriots

Barons of incompetence
Are we who won't make a shift
We who won't face our fears
We who sale our conscience for a dollar
We hateful critics
We nonchalant elites
We who take NO for a YES
We who know not our worth
We whose joy depends on materials
We who don't practice franchise
We who have nothing yet claim all
We who won't use our brains
We who know not our father's plot
We who despise our youth.
We who have constituted menace for our government
We who have refused to use our hands

All of us whose actions
All of us whose words
All of us whose inactions
has overwhelmed all our chances to step up
All of Us who bear false witness
We who sleep and let things slip
All of Us who Rob Peter to pay Paul
All of us who know what to do and never do it

Yes we are Incompetent elites
We are not THE citizens
we are our problems
We are the Barons Of Incompetence

Chinatu (Blessed) Orji is from the Eastern and Southern part of Nigeria, a Volunteer, an Advocate for Equity for all, Lover of God and Streets Kids. She believes in the power of writing for Advocacy and Social Change

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