Risen Poem by Miracle Asuquo

up there they seat
with tummy like drums of curse
eating our today and tomorrow
as life slaps us without thinking

again they have risen
like the smokes from hems
proliferating our town
waiting to attack in disguise

I have not forgotten the Kong's of sorrow
nor have I finish the dirge of pains
yet they have risen again
forgetting their flimsy promises
awaiting to lunch mischief

see them, see them
with head like Zuma rock
thinking nothing but ill gains
getting set to hypnotize us
as we follow in straight line
like sacrificial lamb

Awake my people, awake
for we've slept for too long
we've being gambled with
we've being used
let's say our mind
cos enough is enough.