Obaba Museum

We’d thought they loved us.
We’d thought they’d care for us.
We’d thought they’d see us.
See us as their creator,
for we create that iron throne
with our tears, sweats and blood.

Tyrannical they rule!
They’d thought we’d blend with it.
They’d thought we were indifferent about it.
They’d thought we’d forget about it.
They’d thought they’d pull the wool over our eyes.
For them, it’s fun ruling us,
For them it’s a game of chess.
A game of thrones.
For we are pawns in the game.
And pawns are ladders to the throne.

They’ve hurt us.
They’ve hurt our children.
They’ve hurt the womb of the nation.
They’ve betrayed our unalloyed trust.

And they shall pay,  how?
We will remind them, that
They may be politicians,
But they are like diapers to us.
Meant to be changed so often
Changed for a defined reason.
With passionate hatred of mind,
We struck them with our pen.
For our pen was mightier than their sword.
For we will bury their career with our pen.
And show them the power of the masses.

Mencius Kingly way ” The ruler is the boat, the people is the water”