THE EXCHEQUERS (a political lament by Surhdique Adeogun)

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The Exchequers

I know those fellows,
Those ones looking but corporate,
With sagging cheeks, fat filled lips
And bellies like pregnant cows.

They approach the building beyond,
Going behind closed doors
For meetings, but spurious.

Meetings seem to last forever
But issues germane are undiscussed.

I hear they own fleets of road machines
And they alone dwell in houses
Habitable for homeless millions.

They are the exchequers
Plundering our nation’s treasury.

meet the poet: Surhdique Adeogun