PAWNS FOR DESSERT

After fifty seven years, 
They still call it a marriage of convenience 
Yet they gorge themselves on the proceeds of conjugality. 
Draining her life
Like vampires on steroids 
Ripping her flesh true 
To the scavenger's code
Whaling on tributes
As the poor wail for hope
They pay the drums 
As the gods of war come out to dance 
Building empires from bloodied foundations, 
The table is set
The elites have pawns for dessert. 



Leave or die
Jalamiya mafias rant, 
Lost in the blinded rage
Fuelled by pious misconceptions. 
Bloated with crumbs from the table
They too, now speak for all
Spitting anti national gibberish 
To the accolades of the puppet masters. 
We too are tired. 
Eledumare please help us, 
When will this bickering among brothers end? 
The woman mourns
Raped by her husband, 
He has taken everything, 
Now he fancies the blood of her offspring 
To nourish his charm for ageless existence 
They set the banquet, 
The elites eat pawns for dessert. 



The messiah has come, 
Whether Jew or East 
It matters not, 
For the saviour's cloak covers his sins
Promising paradise he neither built nor can afford
But they follow him, 
He has the touch, 
Yes,  its called ethnocentrism. 
He too is paid
The creek sharks grow bold. 
Gun boat diplomacy 
Now a tool for brotherly massacre, 
We fight for our rights 
But i don't see hospitals 
Or boat schools built from ransom gains
Lost Robin hoods 
Lazy in good but quick to draw blood
They set the table
The elites devour the pawns for dessert. 


They revere and rejoice 
Merry at the blood sport that
Travels the Niger
Poor ignorant fools
Never ascending the ladder of illumination 
Pursuing distractions like cats chase mice
Lift your eyes and see what you've become, 
You cry racism, 
You who curse your daughter for marrying 
From the east or west. 
You cry religious fanaticism, 
You pray for the death of your neighbors. 
You cry terrorism, 
You celebrate the youth who killed  
Another tribe.
We were strong together, 
Now we are easy game to the predators. 
War beckons
They table is set
The elites have pawns for dessert.

I love this! Through and through!

Your use of simile is really impressive! I equally loved your use of oxymoron in 'pious misconceptions'.

there are few glitches though, did you mean 'ripping her flesh through' when you said 'ripping her flesh true'? the same thing for 'they pay the drums' could it have been 'they play the drums'? moreover, you left us a bit in the dark as to what started in the beginning- 57 years ago; my guess is that you're referring to the nation's birth, you could have just tucked it neatly in one of those lines. Overall, the poem is a bit ambiguous, which might be difficult to understand by ordinary people.

For me, this poem is impressive.