On this dusty road stands the statue of shame
A galamsey statue forged with the blood of
Citizens and spectators and deformed babies
A midgety statue in the city’s spotlight
Erected on a canvas of potholes that impede
The people’s journey and peace
On this dusty road stands the statue of shame
Unveiled with pomp and pageantry
Leaving behind a dissolute relics of the despot
In the heart of the town that thaws hearts
Commissioned with grave omissions to shame
Shame
On this dusty road stands the statue of shame
A heartache figure looking upon the Western
People with disdain and strabismus mockery
But when the people look at the the joke
They see broken promises and betrayal and
Wickedness and failure
Some townsfolk even behold the god of poison waters
On this dusty road stands the statue of shame
Shame the past has wished never existed
Shame the present yearns to discard
Shame posterity will live to exhume
On this dusty road stands
The incarnate of Agorkoli
The Destroyer
Divisive
Disaster
© Hanan-Confidence Abdul