The Guvnor…

What kind of Guvnor is this?

I do not know

The Iroko tree that sleeps on its belly

With its ears covered in soot

To the rhythm of the drums

I called the Guvnor

To register the gyp

The gulf in the thatched houses

******

What kind of government is this

With its discordant tunes and policies

Littered

Like a fish frizzled up

Nodding like the Agama Lizard

Fondling the trickles of water

In my wounded strength

I hear the throaty noises of the dictators

A haven of fripperies

In the guise of modernism

******

I bow to this guile

To these ugly intrusions

As I hide at the back of the creed

Hoping for a new vista

Else we kiss history

Pick up pebbles and clubs

March out of hiding

To quench this burning 

Inferno

**********

Peace and Love!

Copyright © 2016 by Simpledimple. All rights reserved.

 

4 thoughts on “The Guvnor…

    • Awww… It’s so heartwarming to hear this. Thank you very much, Adam. I’m glad you got hold of the poem, looking up the obscure words. I love the idea too ‘cos I do that. It’s learning all the way… thanks and a lovely day to you. 🙂

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