The Ambassadors Of Poverty. By Philip 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
The saviours of the people
Office loafers in the guise of workers
Barons of incompetence
With kleptomaniac fingers
And suckling filaments
Position occupants and enemies of service
Locked in the corrosive war of corruption
With their people’s treasury
And killing their future

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.

Is it just a coincidence that the problems we’re facing in our so called great country Nigeria has been outlined in a poem of nine stanzas? What are we doing to correct this? Are we sitting down and doing nothing? Have we asked ourselves which way forward Nigeria. We were told we youths are the leaders of tomorrow,have we asked ourselves when that tomorrow will come? What are we doing to stop the corruption,it is said that if we can’t stop it then we should join in,for how long are we going to continue joining in. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a step,we can change this by taking that first step,a step where we have a choice,a step where we fight for our rights,a step where we start voicing out our opinions,you might say they won’t listen, yes they won’t listen and the reason is because it’s only few of us that are bold enough to let our voices be heard but when we stand together in unity trust me they(the government) will be forced to listen. And should you not mistake me, who is the government They are not just the political thieves and looters, it is you and I emburdened to make a change. As long as everyone has the capacity and will power to do good and evil but that the level of our education and the level of our education, exposure and enlightenment make a big difference, You and I are the real Ambassadors of Poverty except we change our ways and orientation for good from a corrupt mindset. United we stand divided we fall. I rest my case.