Ambassadors of poverty are
The corrupt masters of the economy
With their head abroad
And anus at home.
Patriots in reverse order
Determined merchants of loot
Who boost the economy of the colonial order
To impoverish brothers and sisters at home.

Ambassadors of poverty are
The "saviours" of the people
Office loafers in the guise of workers
Barons of incompetence
With kleptomaniac fingers
And suckling filaments
Position occupants and enemies of service
Locked in corrosive war of corruption
With their people's treasury
And killing their future

Ambassadors of poverty are
The dubious-sit-tight "patriots"
Frustrating the corporate will of their followers
The beleagured, hungry and famished
Owners of the land
People, priced out of their conscience and power
Incapacitated by their destitution
Unable to withstand the temptation
Of crispy mint and food aroma

Ambassadors of poverty are
The political elite
In air conditioned chambers
And exotic cars
With tearful stories of rip-off
Tucked away from
Their impoverished constituencies
Lying prostrate
With death traps for roads
Mud for water, candle for light
Underneath trees for schools
Rats for protein
Fasting as food
And alibi as governance.

Ambassadors of poverty
Are the rancorous elite
In battle of supremacy
For the control of power
And their people's wealth
Moving down their own
With whiteman's machine
Oiled by the prosperity of black patronage
Counterpoised by deprivations
As the corpsed of their able bodied men
Women and children lie unmourned
In shallow graves
In their fallow farm lands
Long abandoned.

[b]Ambassadors of poverty are
The round trippers,
The elusive importers
Of unseen goods and services
Sand inclusive
Who trip the economy down
By tricking form M
For harvest of dollars as import
When their people see neither money nor food.

Ambassadors of poverty are
The able-bodied men on the streets
Without motive, without vision, without mission
Men fit for farms
But glued to the city
Hungry and desperate
Constituting willing tools in the hands
Of political overlords
For mission of vendetta
Against political foes
In their fight for power.

Ambassadors of poverty are
Those whose actions and in-actions
Reduce their peoples' expectations to nothingness
Those whose antecedents
Have lost the spark to inspire
While their people lie in surrender
Having been defeated by poverty

Ambassadors of poverty are
ALL OF US WHOSE IN-ACTIONS
Steal our collective joy
Because of what we should do
As we bargain away
Our conscience in the market place
Under the weight of poverty
To assuage our hunger
And our Masters' will.[/b]

words!

papindinho: words!

learnt something?

PrinceAdepoju: learnt something?

Sure...
Ambassadors of poverty are
ALL OF US WHOSE IN-ACTIONS
Steal our collective joy
Because of what we should do
As we bargain away
Our conscience in the market place
Under the weight of poverty
To assuage our hunger
And our Masters' will.

poem is old read it in my secondary sch days.My best part 'office loafers in guise of workers,with kleptomaniac fingers',

papindinho:
Sure...
Ambassadors of poverty are
ALL OF US WHOSE IN-ACTIONS
Steal our collective joy
Because of what we should do
As we bargain away
Our conscience in the market place
Under the weight of poverty
To assuage our hunger
And our Masters' will.

that's exactly what we should take note of.

others are mostly for our leaders and people in political offices..

adisa204: poem is old read it in my secondary sch days.My best part 'office loafers in guise of workers,with kleptomaniac fingers',

yea, I like the line too..."kleptomaniac fingers"

...you must be a Literature student then.