AMBASSADORS OF POVERTY- A poem by P.O.C UMEH

Ambassadors of poverty are The corrupt masters of the economy With their head abroad And anus at home Patriots in reverse order Determined merchants of loots Who boost the economy of their colonial order To impoverish brothers and sisters at home Ambassadors of poverty are

Office loafers

in the guise of workers

With kleptomaniac fingers

Position occupants and enemies of service

With their people’s treasury

The saviors of the people

And suckling filaments

And killing their future

Barons of incompetence

Locked in the corrosive war of corruption

Ambassadors of poverty are The dubious sit tight patriots Frustrating the corporate will of their followers The beleaguered,hungry and famished owners of the land People priced out of their conscience and power Incapacitated by destitution Unable to withstand the temptation Of crispy mints and food aroma

Ambassadors of poverty are The political elites In air conditioned chambers And exotic cars With tearful stories of rip offs Tucked away from Their impoverish constituencies Lying prostrate With death traps for roads Mud for water Candle for light Underneath trees as schools Rat for protein Fasting as food And alibi as governance

Ambassadors of poverty are The rancorous elites In battle of supremacy For the control of power And their people’s wealth Mowing down their own With white man’s machine Oiled by the prosperity of black patronage Counterpoised by deprivations As the corpses of their able-bodied men Women and children lie un-mourn In shallow graves In their fallow farmlands Long abandoned

Ambassadors of poverty are The round trippers The elusive importers Of unseen goods and services Sand inclusive Who trip the economy down By tricking form M For harvest of dollars as import When their people see neither money nor food

Ambassadors of poverty are The able-bodied men on the street Without motives,without vision,without mission Men fit for the farm But glued to the city Hungry and desperate Constituting willing tools in the hands Of political overlords For mission of vendetta Against political foes In their fight for power

Ambassadors of poverty are Those who actions and inactions Reduce their people’s expectation to nothingness Those who antecedents Have lost the spark to inspire While their people lie in surrender Having been defeated by poverty

Ambassadors of poverty are All of us whose in-actions Steal our collective joy Because of what we should do Which we never do As we bargain away Our conscience in the market place Under the weight of poverty To assuage our hunger And our master’s will

The first time I read this poem was in secondary school, back then it didn"t make any sense to me, but right now I understand so much and thought to share with you guys.. Literature sure has a way of making sense out of the seemingly insignificant things, there is so much to learn in this piece, pls read with deep concentration, draw out lessons and abide to those lessons