Sycophants

© Musue N. Haddad

Sycophants
Sycophants in Africa
And those in great America
From where do they come?
They crawl, sneak, prowl
Fawners and flatterers
Obsessively dumb
Never free, compulsive breeders
Continually needy
Profusely reliant

Sycophants
Sycophants in Africa
And those in Liberia
They are predators
Plunderers, babblers
Prowling, marauding without a wink
Moving stealthily
Seeking prey wiggly
Killers of innocence
See them slink

Sycophants
Sycophant in the city
And those in the villages
Intruders, raiders, looters
Ignorant to compassion
Deaf, blind to affection
Raiders without precincts
Relations, colleagues, bare instincts
Trails of blood
Victories flood

Sycophants
Sycophants in the towns
Even the ones in my hometown
They come in pairs
Destructive, twos affair
Walk side- by- side
Sycophants, Predators
Partners, wasters
Whiners, cringers, wringers
Currying favors

Sycophants
They come to display
But they bring dismays
Yet cheering hoorays
Rehearsed jangle misplays
Lies, sweet talk, miscues
Boastfully arrant
Gleefully impales
Paddles cataclysm trails
What Vain life!

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad