A Ghanaian poet known as Kojo Owusu,who is probably tired of all the political tensions going on in the various African countries has decided to take it upon himself to address the issues and the leaders in question.
If you are following political news, you are likely to come across the brouhaha about Ghana’s recent elections, the EndSars protest in Nigeria and now the current fracas in Uganda over their general elections.
These happenings may be somewhat a mere coincidence but you can’t dispute the fact that all the Politicians involved in these brouhaha are around the same age group.
Well, addressing the issues in his Poem, Kojo Owusu laid out some factors that sort of inhibit citizens from expressing their point of views in a “democratic” settings. Ironic right?
Anyway, read through his full poem below and share your thoughts on it.
OF DEMONS AND CRAZY MEN
A Study in Tyrannical Democracy
Half-witted power drunk Megalomaniac, with a tyrannical staff and a demon crazed mantra scribbled in blood of parchment,
A constitution with no restitution
With flattering pleas they assail the yonder poor to rule them all
The bewildered folks
Of yersteryears sat bewildered, mesmerized
Coxed with inane and innocuous recitations
Signed a deal for their enslavement
And the conditioned generation
Of younder and now flatter the demons
Of the earth, chanting their manic praise names, in servitude they clamour for tighter restrictions, they hunger not for freedom and justice and the betterment
Of their woeful predicament, but like guard dogs obstruct their own kind, main, kill, strangle and beat to a pulp brains
Of those who dare voice out the atrocities
Voices are gagged and pictures are banned,
The unquiet sky is lighted in bright orange flame from a billion papers inscribing the unsightly happenings
I remember these streets very well
It used to be calm and serene
Filled with blossoming pearls
Of unfading flowers
I recollect the peaceful terraces
The busts and the iconic statues
And domes and palatial facades that
In Silence spoke loudly
Of a bygone age
Of men and heroes who could speak
I remember well the ever flowing rivers
The essence of purity
Now channels filth and waste for hours unending
Not this muted birth
Of imbeciles piloted by senile
Old men who frequent pubs and brothels
Of orgiastic revelry
Intoxicating on Ten thousand bottles
Of youthful sweat
Usurping the future of the newborns
Ye misplaced youths, cauterized and brainwashed,
Arise and claim your divine rights
Arise! Slumbering youths
Buried in Stony sleep, zombified
Arise and claim your stolen future
From these sinille old men
Demented stooges and ye will break the vicious chains
Gather sticks and stones and cudjels
Of justice if need be
And fight till sanity prevails!
How long would you beat your swords into ploughshares?
How long would you be the beasts of burden and do the bidding
Of these dunces who care not
Of your predicaments?
Arise! Ye gagged and decrepit youths,
Take off the logs in your eyes so that you can see clearly and with your untrammeled sight
Overthrow these demented cliques!
Hit the street, chant, ululate, take arms and demand for your birthrights
And take what is yours
For you outnumber them
O Arise! Arise! Ye slumbering youths
Arise and take what is yours
Demand for justice reclaim your stolen future!
Written by: Kojo Owusu