THEY SAY THEY ARE SONS

They say they are sons
But murdered the sons
What moves them is like a curse
What moves them is like alcohol
That knocks on their heart doors
And moves them like trains
On roads, not rails
Their shame they have swallowed
Turned the sons into killers
Silenced the loud ones and
Indoctrinated the feeble minded
And licked the honey of the land
But they say they are sons
But they say they are democrats
But they say they are patriotic
But they say they love the welfare of the poor masses
Shameless sons of some sluts
That are over fed
Not with Banku, Fufuo, Tuo Zaafi, Akple
Not with drink
But with power
They shame the soil of their soul
But they say they are sons
Sons of the soil of the sons they kill.
By: Akimbocolumn