This is not about rhetoric, this is about accountability.
This is not about colonial oppression. This is about post-colonial suppression.
This is not about rights, this is about duty.
This is not about a nation, it is about a people
This is not about the law, it is about Justice
This is not about democracy, it is about government.
This is not about a subsidy, it is about relativity
Though this may be about corruption, it is not an interruption
To the way in which you live your lives.
It is not an interpretation
To the way in which you tell your lies.
It is the simple fact,
That whether you are a bastard son born to foreign shores
Or a home-born pickin’, even from a whore
You cannot be a rapist or murderer
then turn around and tell me
your victim was your beloved Mother.
(This poem was inspired/influenced by some research on the Occupy Nigeria protests that are sweeping across the country due to the removal of the fuel subsidies on January 1st. There will be a follow-up post to defend/explain some of my feelings on this issue. For now I hope you enjoyed this creative piece of work.)