The Bandit Clan – by Titi Brenda


The Bandit Clan – 

Hell,  we knew they were just a 

bandit clan

On board another presidential 


Their weapons of mass diminution

Have slaughtered our very 

common wealth

Upon their vault of vain ambitions

To the last of the golden gander

 And we, so commending them,  

even in our frenzied loathe

Throw supplications unto their 


While they tell us in many words 

and wrongful deeds

How we are one yet to – – 

feeding from the bin! 

And further even yet to – – 

begging by the streets! 

 I recall the raging bellows of


All for ‘Another Presidential 


And wonder how they won even

the  least of hearts

To this pale light of demon-cratic


And now in their first class table 


The cheering crowd no more be 

seen again

The conned and bewildered lie

in tattered ruins 

Like refuse bins on streets of stone.

Now their promises sweep down 

our creeks

And their crocodile smiles litter 

our shores

Even the children have joined in

our silent wondering:

How do we wave to a killing train

Wobbling and rambling with foul


And so,  as millions of beggars 

count each day

To the hundredth days of a

‘Presidential Change!’

So let our curses rain upon their


And every trumpeter sound their


In the looming mist of tomorrow’s


Because we know they are just a 

bandit clan

From the other side of the 

midnight band.


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