Supreme Leader's Bunker And Other Poems Poem by Chidi Anthony Opara, FIIM, CDOA

(1) The Supreme Leader's Bunker:
The bunker brimmed 
With libido enhancing wines 
And other goodies of the earth,
The supreme leader's bunker 
Brimmed 
With sultry looking virgin maidens.
But for the snore
Of the supreme leader,
And the lullabies of the virgins,
The bunker was serene.

Bombs 
And rockets blasted outside,  
Blighting with the people's blood 
The exterior of the bunker.
The lullabies of the virgins
And the snore 
Of the supreme leader grew louder.

The laments of the people 
Drowned the lullabies of the virgins,
The supreme leader awoke.

Sabre rattling,  
Threats 
To unleash holy warriors,
The hackneyed 
Hallucination of holy war.

The supreme leader took a sip 
And went back to slept.
The virgins continued to sing
And caress 
The unturbanned head 
Of the supreme leader.


(2) Polo:
Garden city awoke
By the strident messages.
The air waves,
The prints,
The billboards 
Bore messages of polo.

The day arrived.
The venue bore
Paraphernalias of paradise.
The horses,
The riders,
Mass
Ready to display the dexterity of polo.
Messages of profit chasers 
Jostled for arena spaces.

On the road to the venue,
School children in torn uniforms 
And worn out footwears,
Hungry and angry teachers 
Hurried to dilapidated schools.
Beggars 
Stretched bowls to passersby.
Bodies of the dead
And the half dead littered the road.
The potholes 
And smelly drainages cry for remedy.

Players atop well fed horses 
Entered the ground.
The horses galloped,
The players hit the balls 
In show of sportsmanship.

Privileged spectators cheered,
The masses
Moaned in deprivations.

(3) The Smoke That Must Be White:
Shhh.
Silence.
The red robed supplicants
Are sequestered
Inside the Sistine.

They speak
In silent supplications
To the spirits
To pronounce a Pontiff.

The stewards are set
To send the smoke.
The smoke
That must be white.

(4) The Fraternity Of Frogs:
The long dining table 
Laid,
The luxurious dining hall
Decorated 
With paraphernalias of vanity.

The sumptuous meals
Cooked and set,
The rare wines
Brewed and presented.

The aroma of heaven 
Wafted on the air.

Soft songs sailed 
Around the dining hall.

One after another,
The fat frogs waddled in,
Robed in power robes,
Their overdressed spouses,
The former first ladies 
And former first gentlemen 
Followed.

During their tenures 
They looted the treasury,  
They clicked wine glasses 
And idled away at the state house,  
Pretending to be messiahs.

When their tenures ended,
They fed on their loots,
They became fat frogs
And formed a fraternity,
The fraternity of fat frogs.

The fraternity gathers here,  
They meet here at intervals 
To feed from our lean purse,
The fraternity of fat frogs 
Meets and feeds here at our expense.