Two Kinds of Thieves

A boy who stole Garri to quench his pain,
Met the wrath of sticks and flame.
Mobbed, maimed and left to die,
While cheers rose high into the sky.

Yet in three-arm zones of power and might,
Thieves in Agbada feast at night.
They loot with pens and steal with ease,
And we bow to them on bended knees.

The newsman speaks but his lips are tied.
When ELEPHANTS steal, the truth must hide.
The JUDISHARING courts play blind.
Justice sold to the highest bribe.

They say the law is firm and just.
But only for the weak and lost.
The boy who stole to stay alive,
Met death before he could survive.

But those who stole our future’s bread,
Wear garlands while the children beg.
Their crimes are called “administration”
While hunger fuels a child’s damnation.

Shall we keep quiet and fold,
While greedy hands snatch all the gold?
Let our voices rise, our spirits wake,
For justice must no longer break.