In Justice

Benedict Ugor

Biography: A writer, artist and poet. Philosophical. "I love my world: Pen and Paper."

Benedict Ugor

Friday 24 February 2023

While the people toil the soil

Day and night,

They loot the spoils

As though a right.

The people's poverty

Gives them liberty

And all they acquire

Is what they conspired.

Now, democracy is turned conspiracy.

Corruption is their only option

Which, although, would would ruin the nation,

Will still build them mansions

And increase their ration.

Look how they stand out like toads!

With swollen bellies abloat

From filthy filthy currency notes.

At every fourth year,

The war is fought

And this war must they win,

Whether by hook or by crook.

For even if the war is free and fair,

It isn't without a fee and fare.

They do not care;

They know no fear

For none will dare

To quench their flare.

This is injustice!

And justice must be obtained

For peace and equity to thrive.

But how can there be any peace

When injustice is in justice?