Good day steemians,
THE POLITICAL GODFATHER
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How lonely can lonely really be,
Without friends, without trouble and without enemies,
oh Godfather!
You have learned the art that keeps all of us silent.
You have signed a pack with the dark mayor.
Now you are the earth's permanent caretaker.
And we are not complaining.
Your roof is painted sky-blue, you now own a private sky.
But down here among the mass sliding, I'm dumb to be asking..
What does it mean to mean everything?
what does it mean to fear nothing?
To frighten Death and threaten all living?
To become too strong to be called strong,
Oh Godfather!
Who did you not make that was made, in our Niger area?
Where your shadow is so dark that it casts shadows.
For all we have ever elected, have your political surname,
Oh Godfather!
So the sea leaves no debris on your shore.
And those who argue with you are allergic to oxygen.
And when questions asked questions, we were told,
That you were made to rule, and none is complaining.
None is even thinking of complaining!
But among the mass sliding, I'm just wondering.
What it feels like to be a hurricane with no obstacle.
For even the sun has mirrors reflecting back light into its eyes.
But you have none, Oh Godfather!
Not that You are much, you just everything.
When you speak, we dispatch our falcons,
for nothing else can be added.
Oh Godfather!
the middle man between here and nether!
Has the sun ever been absent on the days of your celebrations?
For even the the heavenly bodies know the sun can be kidnapped.
Your reach is rich and the fear of you is like air.
And air is everywhere.
They say nothing is impossible, but even Death recognise boundaries.
So who are we to to fight you, who are we to even wish to?
For you have no enemy except of course,those already dead.
Oh Godfather,the strongman of our politics.
Once you stole our votes, but now we offer them freely.
For even the gods call you godfather.
Godfather, even the gods!
Yet among the mass sliding, I'm still wondering,
what is life with nothing else to acquire.
For Like kilimanjaro, life's forces avoid your path.
Your sites are marked "private" on celestial maps.
And you are on the board of Karma, you and Death alone .
So even when the inquisition interrogated life,
No one invited you.
And they are not complaining, and we are not complaining.
Even the heavenly bodies, Godfather.
Even the heavenly bodies!
written by @badmusazeez
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