We see them all the time
On the edge
As their guards and motorcades pull up to toss them over from place to place at speeds that can kill a ghost
As we who have our hair locked down intact and much much get thrown over into the trenches
I mean those with bald heads and uniforms
In their coats
They pull out their cheque books and pen-to-paper signers
Selling out their countries for their own gain
I mean those with bald heads and uniforms
We see them all the time
Causing storms and hullabaloos
At us who don’t dress fancy like them
Calling us uneducated and uncivilized
I mean those with bald heads and uniforms
The ones with bald heads and uniforms occupy the best life has to offer
Try asking them if they got there on pure merit and not through the windows and ventilators
Waiting for the opportunity to get the microphone
Aya aya ayyyaaahhhh
We see them all the time
Passing off as the most intelligent in the whole land
To represent our views
Or the views of themselves and those of their bosses and cocoons
They discuss the fate and state of us the marginalized and less fortunate
If you aren’t woke, you just might believe that they understand your situation better than you do
Those ones with bald heads and uniforms
We see them all the time
Abuse of the uniforms they wear is their order of the day
If you aren’t woke, you might be forced to believe they are the worthiest of your respect and genuflection
When you look at them from above, you actually realize there is a uniform dress-code they all follow
Little do they know that we
See them all the time
They make the decisions
You get to put their trash into actions
And at the end of the day, they get to say
That we all do this for the good of our country
Aaahhhaaaa….those people in uniforms and with bald heads
We see them all the time
Talking over people and one another
Not with us
Smiling and lying through their teeth
Shaking hands for a little too long
In the evening on the news, you get back home to see that they ordered for a sweep of all the ladies in the red-light districts and streets
We see them all the time
Those with bald heads and in uniforms
Speak up the truth to them
And you’ll see them do what they do best
Run around in circles as headless chicken do
And draft up statements for release to whiten themselves and what they stand to represent
Immediately after that, they will cough down to have you taught a good lesson
Which will happen, true?
And the cycle that happens through the teeth will happen again
We see them
All the time
The ones with bald heads and uniforms to wear
Do you see them?
Beautifully written! The repetition really drives the sentiment home. Great job with this post!
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Very deep and thoughtful poem. I could see the imagery and your emotion throughout this. Thank you for sharing. Fantastic job
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Well written poem, your words allowed me to feel your passion. Thank you for sharing!
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I see them all the time, mostly on tv.
They try to convince us that they are acting all for our best interest when really they are promoting their own ideas that they know well, we are not happy with.
I get you, I get this. Thanks for sharing.
Yyyeeaahhhh….so ?
Ah, yes. The politicians. I agree with your sentiment and your passion! Great poem!
Yyyeeeaahhhhh….its so ?, though.
hahahaaha… Interesting. I like your style btw.
Hihi….thank you. If you say so.
The repetition in the poem makes the reader feel quite uneasy really. Well done!
Hehe…thank you!
Some people may stereotype and it’s not a good thing. I like your perspective on things in general.
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What a beautifully written poem! Very talented!
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This is SO beautiful!! Thank you for sharing.
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Love this. Great use of words, poetry and definitely passion!
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Such a lovely piece. They are all around. And thanks for bringing it up.
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I’d love to hear you read this. I think I am missing something, like some kind of angst that I would love to hear.
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This was incredible. I love your writing style and the imagination you have. That’s a lot of bald heads BTW.
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Oh I see them bald heads and uniforms all around, and yes, I agree with you. Despite their “promises” to alleviate the suffering of the poor and marginalized, all that they do it seems are for their own personal gain. How sad that society has turned out to be this way.
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Hhhhmmmm….alright Ntemid! Thank you for sharing.
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That was a lovely read to lighten down the hectic day.
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Great poem, you have a fluid way of writing that is truly unique. I enjoy reading your daily posts.
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Thank you so much for sharing this, really great perspective and love the poem!
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I definitely feel that there’s some history behind this piece and its meaning. I don’t think all the uniformed people are bad however, there are some that are.
Oh yeah, Tiffany. There is….its very sad history, though. ??
Very interesting prose. You get your point across effectively.
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Your feelings came across with your words. As good writing should often do.
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Beautifully written and you’ve sort of put into words what so many of us can’t do and yet feel so angry. I come from a country where corruption is getting worse and yet these politicians clad in their foreign bought suits just cannot for once think about the people and country.
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I can definitely feel your passion in your words. I love reading your poems.
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We also see the ones with unkempt beards. The ones whose sores, sweat and stench unfortunately gets the better of them shadowing their motive.
I am only saddened by the fact their motive is ironically their downfall
In the end the ones with the bald heads win
Nauseating!
Well, that’s because the system is made that way. Until we all rebel against it, we will keep on losing.