You are wealthy yet has no wealth
You are brilliant yet lack knowledge
You are strong yet as weak as the crawling insect
You are generous yet your generosity is pomposity

You are a wicked king sitting on a
Wicked throne without a kingdom
Whenever you call
Wherever you call
Whoever you call
All run to bow at your ever
Waiting throne without saying goodbye
Not even to whisper a silent goodbye
As if saying goodbye will wipe these
Tears stroking my face silently

Champions worship at your feet
Kings bow beneath the earth just to answer your call Professors flip the pages of your history to be in your history
A stony heart you’ve got. Ah! You are wicked
Tell me now, I mean now!
Why is your call so important?
That whoever you call run to answer your call

You took them all
Both the young and old
Wise and unwise, Rich or poor
You call them to lay at your feet
And made them equal without classes in your
Wicked throne
Visions are lying helplessly at your feet
Dreams dreamt and dreams never dreamt
Are made to worship at your inglorious throne!

You are a robber
You rob without arms but in your
Arms all your victims lay to eternal rest
Oh grave! Where is thy victory?
Where is thy joy?
You are victorious without victory


By: Sunday Oyinmiebi