When the Rains Returned

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And the rains returned,
Whilst men slumbered,
Pouring all night long.
And drop by drop,
Globules of water
Peeled off our cloak;
Wiped our makeup;
Uncovered our beauty,
Our falsity, our sins.
Shallow drains,
Choked with our waste;
Spilled their secrets
Onto washed-out roads,
Making running streams,
Deep gullies, and dicey paths.
And with nowhere to go,
Plundered our homes,
And left us wailing.
 

All the sham is revealed,
All the sleaze punished!
But soon enough, 
The rains will be gone
And we will
Hurriedly,
Call our cronies,
To inflate the contracts
And ensure the kickbacks.
Or vote a new IMF loan,
To procure the sham,
And patch up the scam.

This is just Business As Usual 
Job for the boys.




Tamale
31/08/2022




Comments

  1. Anonymous9:20 am, August 31, 2022

    Nice mix bro

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  2. Godwin9:25 am, August 31, 2022

    Brightly writing up.
    Some of us need extra tuition from.
    I enjoy each every aspect of your articles.
    Best wishes to you my brother

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