Poem: Where we live, we keep on celebrating Thieves

DECADENCE   Where we live We keep on celebrating thieves, Applaud them as our heroes past Even crown them Chiefs   The land in which we live is one of ironies The minister for health runs overseas In attempt to stitch his broken ribs. In our pharmacies poisons are sold Cheaper than medicines, Medicines costlier than gold   “Decadence, This is the situation we’ve found ourselves Where lecturers are always on strike, Yet they claim Our graduates are half baked. Permit me to ask, Do breads bake themselves?”   Decadence,…

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