FESTIVAL OF DRUNKARDS
Lumumba Jatau@lumumbajatau995415
2 days ago
Festival of Drunkards
They sat on wooden stools, debating over bottles of beer,
Diagnosing Nigeria’s tumult far and near.
They cursed the way the economy is run,
Making the masses feel lost—as they belong to none.
Legislators and senators, not a single damn thing they give,
Whether citizens in chaos struggle to live.
Palm wine flowed, mixed with dry gin’s sting,
As they spoke of killings in the name of religion and sin.
Ranting and raving at politics so cunning,
They swore the system’s in madmen’s running.
Basic amenities? A forgotten plea—
Tattered roads scar each community.
Dilapidated structures, neglected, abandoned,
While public funds are looted and misappropriated, they are also randomly expanded.
They turned to insurgency—grim and vast,
A paralysis is gripping the nation fast.
And under the moonlight’s weary glare,
They drank to drown a country’s despair.
