a poem by Nkwelle Assurance Nkwelle, Cameroon

This high house of puppets
Though autonomy they claim have to decisions,
Yet can't reason why the plans.
The one and eight and nought all are dogs to master,
Medium of rule for its sake, they all are to the higher house,
These puppets.

Look at the media, the chancellery
Of state and independent but within state institutions.
How their positions are a toad to a hen, but a toad can croak at night.
Our men in rule have no innovation, no invention.
From the high house they take, to the high house all opinions
Subordinated for approval - merit or demerit.
Pocket-coins for pocket paupers, all their interests are,
Their calls they reject.
These puppets.

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