The Farce Called Leadership

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Naomi: I seat bemused by the overwhelming wretchedness this once golden nation now posseses. Oh! The the ill-being, the torment, the excruciating pain emitted that the followers may digest in distress. 

Mairo: Is this what we want, to be scorned? Made fun of? This once great country now becomes a laughing stock. It funny how the weak live, in a country where oppression is the main deal. Greed and carnage, that's the status quo.

Naomi: If this our once propitious nation which our aged once spoke of being filled with milk and honey flowing from our earthly realm, lacking greed and hunger, I in this very time won't credit. 

Mairo: Power is the destroying force that lays waste to thousands of dreams. No usurper of the seat of power, the aged refuse to relinquish authority. The youths are tired. Though leaders of tomorrow, yet the are treated as though the are the problem of the ever changing economy.

Naomi: Yay! Lies upon lies have we been fed with to digest the vomit the lay up on the seat of authority. Each fattening their own pocket for the list of their heart, leaving the young casted! Not given a chance. Lies disguised as hope is laid before them, lies in obscure form of manifestos they birth before us.

Mairo: Who can save is from this meaningless farce called leadership? They exhort from and laugh at us thinking we're so naive to believe their empty promises. They sugercoat words, when underlaying is lies that come from the put of hell! We're ruined! They did this to us! Yet, we stand tall because one day, we'll have salvation. One day...

©Naomi Chilaka