Old Wine In A New Wineskin Poem by Enikanoselu Seyi

They are the same robbers who looted our coffers,
Now dressed as Angels to save us,
From the hands of criminals,
Claiming to be our community police;
Old wine in a new wineskin.

They are the same thieves who stripped us bare,
Now pro-people and anti-oppression,
Shedding tears like innocent beasts,
After they've stolen our generation;
Old wine in a new wineskin.

They are the same bandits who killed our parents,
Now coming to save us from our foes,
The enemies who strip us of our fortune;
Who, indeed, are the better enemies?
Old wine in a new wineskin.

They are the same gang that drained our purses
And rendered us worthless,
Leading our posterity into darkness,
As they hid in their various abodes;
Old wine in a new wineskin.

Now they gather, pure as snow itself,
So calm like interviewees seeking jobs,
With so many white elephant promises,
Coming as saviours to deliver us;
Old wine in a new wineskin.