The Lesser People by Kay Akappella
Image - nairaland.com They say Africa reinvented the civil war Maybe we did For we seem to constantly bend over pick our guns and rape our own selves Our mourns to the rhythm of Gregorian chant the world continually hears It is that third world orgasm that crescendos to a paralyzing seizure that makes sure we make it to the news everyday With our drapes wide open the world watches as we shamefully parade our nakedness A pageant of our political pubics in public Bosoms and ballot boxes tempered with in broad daylight We breathe deep, too deep maybe, as we French kiss each other in parliament The rub of our tongues too course on the other But seems we can’t listen to one another Guess we got lost it in cadence –foreplay went too far Now every man wants to feed his own filthy obsession And surfeit his every perverted fantasy of greed Today it puzzles me? I could fathom hate, spite and these constant aches when it was that “European Mistr...
