POETRY OF CONSCIOUSNESS: "CUTTING THE NATIONAL CAKE" BY LASISI OLUWADAMILARE

The ultimate passion for finite beauty 

Has cloned truth through rain and storm

And facts, in depth of shadow. 

The National Cake,

Measured twice, cut once, 

With impressive verbal forensic tales, 

Little world-ending snipers of political gun. 

That steers and snares

Around the bodies of turbulence. 

Politicks is a battle field

For blood sucking creatures, 

Often social parasites

That moulds the cake with creamy lies. 

And baked by the Legislathieves, 

Men in purple robes and high political sandals. 

The land is thirsty, 

But the government is an endless ocean. 

The Executhieves, 

Are razors that sharpens the axe

To cutting the National Cake. 

As a general phenomenon, 

The cake can suppress young passions

And dispel unriped knives. 

Nailbiting is the only beginning of Lunch

For heavy men sleeping in the dark room, 

And sightless masses biting a piece 

Of the broken cake shared by the Judisharing;

Delicate delegation deciding detrimental decision, 

Waiting to pick a random piece to die on. 

A share of dirty diapers, 

Filled with delicious and clever lies, 

With subtle manipulation of things unseen. 

Unfounded promises of heavy rhythm 

And stuttering stories of homeless pen, 

In perpetual alliance with digital rains, 

And accessories reflecting gypsy traditions 

Of the three horsemen of democrazy. 

That preys on our darkest fears 

And greatest desires. 

A share of the National Cake.

©️LASISI VICTOR OLUWADAMILARE

-Nigeria

The poet persona laments over the unequal distribution of societal opportunities, benefits and rightS by the upper class of his country.