Tell it to the elites,
that they're of no use,
If they grossly refuse,
to put their goodness to use,
by aiding the less privilege,
who stagger in plight,
caused by those armed with might,
whose consciences dine with swine.
Tell it to the elites,
that their names shall rot in shame,
and their fame shall melt in flame,
if they achieve not the aim,
for which they were famed,
by he who honours a name,
without consenting one's acclaim.
Tell it to the elites,
that their descendants shall stink in disgrace,
and their images shall wear no homage,
If they don't reprove their forbears evil ways,
and disapprove their inhumane acts,
which littered many lives with bitter impacts,
and glued many to life's depressed stage.
But be ye keen to know the elites,
for they aren't only those clothed by prestige,
neither those who drink from streams of relish,
nor those whose names are framed on fame,
but all those who flourish in ability and grace,
to harvest others from diverse degrees of disgrace,
yet adorn themselves with ointment of refusal and incapabilities.
© David Effiong Akwaha
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