They are bridges
Bridges of ambitious leaders
Dealers if you want!
Ungrateful when crossed
Uncaring through and through
The river harbers crocodiles
Hippos are infested
Other dangerous creatures
Unmercifully awaiting!
The window is small
Strategical set to stifle
A structured erected wall
The race has rules
It needs their bridge
Thee that is useless
Five years no maintenance
Unlike a divorced woman
Who demands and gets
This bridge is useless but needed
You will see them exploiting other bridges
Smiling each time
In latest tortoises
Holding expensive wires
But the bridge is tattered
It’s a routine
Cyclical and cylidrical
As if they were schooled
Pretend, flatter and cross
When in town, see not
The bridge returns
To its fixed position
Noone turns
Others come
One after the other
The bridges remain where they were thirty years
With diaries and swipping gargets
Always listening
Yet, they are mere bridges
Frame the agenda setting role
For millionnaires to cross
Cry the newsroom
Diaries, diaries and diaries
Competing to help them cross
Like Jesus’ cross!
Batsiranayi Ngugama
