POLITRICKS is A poem Written by Effiong God’sWill Edet.
Permit my pen to drop its ink.
Replace it with the sword
For the diabolic hands,
of the “Drivers of our masses”,
Have triggered a bullet to my heart (Pen),
Leaving my ink to ooze blood unconsciously!
Despise the hands
That fertile their soil:
Our hearts; they toil.
Their kleptomaniac lips
Suck the wheel of power,
Leaving poor souls to linger:
These souls that built their Towers.
These IDPs – “Internally Displaced Poli-trick-cians”,
Framed us to embark on deadly missions,
And we made their “lmpossibles”, “Possible”!
Did they ever tell us:
“Election is a thing of Poli-tricks”?
I mean a “Hide and Seek” game?
Employing our youths to be staunches to their will.
Now, we’re laid astray,
Like black sheep in our own land.
Who will trace us back to our root?
Who will be the David to fight for our Giant
©Effiong, God’swill Edet.
Muluh Dian’s Summary of POLITRICKS
Muluh Dian Kipat has taken a keen look at the overall poem.
From the tittle , right down to the tail end, one can have a clear image of the poor masses entrapped by a deceptive government.
Pertaining to structure, the inconsistency in the stanzas present a situation of frustration in the heart broken masses and could equally portray the tricky nature of the leaders.
Nchopereu Nelson’s Summary and ideas on POLITRICKS.
I must confess, this piece is overwhelmingly overwhelming. The punning, the satire and the irony together with the euphemisms are well employed to effectuate the message.
The persona here, amongst the tongues of political set backs, decries the ills of the leaders of the possibly Nigeria and Africa in general.
Today’s Leaders have derailed from the original purpose of leadership and the people are lost, hence a need to retrace their roots. People hope to return to their roots. The poem suggests the leaders sing like Lucky Cube : ” I’m going back to my root”.
Thank you for reading.