PEACE, their anthem everyday
Yet unable to create peace a day
JUSTICE, their cliche
Yet injustice themselves.
Divine helpers they try to be
But skillful liars
Whose lies are reliable
Long fingered councilors.
They drink sweet whisky
And eat fresh meat
We? they do not care
But we care for them.
Standing in a long queu
'Heat breathing sun'
But we withstand
Supporting them to stand.
Abekah Emmanuel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ingrates/
