POEM: The outcome of the NDC congress, good or bad? Part ii

The writing is on the wall

The drawing so bright


The imminent so clear


For a battle is afoot


The troops close in


As vultures gather


Ready for the kill


Their orders unmistakable


The target so calm


Usurping is the name





The way out too sordid


The consequences grave


For bowing to Baal, HE will not


And Baal will not be stopped

He shall not stop


He will push


He will fight


For the Kingdom is his


And forever remain





Interference he will not brook


A quarter he will not give


For the Kingdom is his





His understanding differs


Democracy his foot


Autocracy his aim


And that will be his bane

He takes credit


For the success of others


Retribution his game


He forgets so soon


The work of others


The young, the bold, the eloquent


The determined


The dedicated


The key to their recent success





Whilst the old guns slept


These men walked


The moderates, those who draw the undecided


For they should largely get credit

They brought a new slate to the dark page


That which did not exist


But they came with HIM


This, Baal will ignore


For he does not see


His vision tunneled by hate


Channeled by his thirst for dominion





Will they acquiesce?


Will a puppet emerge?


For this road will their achievements end


For this the voters will not take


For peace the people prefer

And will quickly return the elephants, whilst the umbrella goes to provide shade in the forest


Silently waiting, putting their house in order


For the bush cannot contain them


Will not contain them


The elephants too organized


With no clear superior


Consensus building their rule


Mutual respect their key


For therein lies their strength


They may flounder


But surely they will get there








Kwame Mepeasem