THIEVES IN POWER

Robbers! Robbers in suits of tailored grace,

Presidents dancing to a foreign embrace.

Their garments stitched in London's elite abode,

Yet their allegiance to power is thinly bestowed.

Million-shilling cars, symbols of their might,

Yet strings pulled from afar, hidden from sight.

Puppets on strings, controlled from the West,

Their sovereignty but a facade, put to the test.

Dictates whispered in corridors of might,

Undermining the dreams of a continent's fight.

Their voices muffled, their choices coerced,

By forces unseen, their loyalty dispersed.

Africa's leaders, once heralds of hope,

Now ensnared in a tangled web's tightrope.

Robbed not by thieves with guns in hand,

But by puppeteers from a distant land.

Yet amidst the shadows, a flame still glows,

A call for liberation, where true freedom flows.

Let voices rise, let unity ignite,

For Africa's destiny, we must unite.