Poem: Minister of No Consequence
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Minister of No Consequence
Is that him?
What a minister of national culture!
What’s the matter with him?
He is not grabbing what?
Bribes? Left, right, up, down?
Kicks back hefty per diems?
Is he ok?
Sure he is normal?
For a minister of culture.
Kicking against leadership norms
So dear to our land of stagnation.
No luxury cars? Oops, rides public transport too?
What a huge waste!
I pity his children, the shame,
I envy the wife, no girlfriend queue
No shopping at Picaddily,
No Rolls Royce recreation,
Theirs is not a normal life.
Kicking back feebly against systemic graft
I learnt his uncles and nephews are mad
They can’t see the flowover comforts
They don’t see the benefit,
Wasted space close by the national kitty?
While normal looters run amok
I can tell his fate:
Forced resignation coming soon
Proceed on accumulated leave, massa!
Lest he puts boss, colleagues, party, all
In a bad political limelight,
Being so odd,
And of no consequence,
Culture must be preserved.
A lofty excuse to explain him away.