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Godfather
Homegrown, privileged – a handful of men;
organized, they extract rents, pull strings
cajole everyone for their own selfish good
at an expense that’s unfathomably gruesome.
Proceeds of public good they keep at bay
only for the welfare of family and cronies
‘whom-you-know’ and ‘whom-you-can-sway’ –
is their mantra insomuch as
power, wealth, and laurels are theirs
and their surrogates alone.
Good, God! Save me from these good-for-nothing men,
who knows what’s best for me – my Godfather.
Copyright © Ugo Nkwoala | Spilledwoords | 2020
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