MANY COLOURS OF CRIME

Walking through vales of rhetorics, Ask I what crime is. Could it be disguised? Who then is a criminal? This stream of puzzle My mind it floods. When my mental eyes I cast At inglorious goings In our set up. Hmmm! It was hazy, But when one uses The mirror of objectivity To reflect various crimes In this society of ours, Crime then is seen in multi-colour, Disguised in different style. Yes! White-collar criminals We have, using pens to drain Our nation's economy. What about the blue-blooded Relishing imposed contributions From their peasant subjects? Or is it the sweet-talking priests Who extract the last kobo From his drug barons, Flaunting their wealth While their couriers languish in jail? Oh! You want me to mention The industrialist Who steals workers' labor? Certainly, not me! Vividly it is seen: Truth is it that only the privileged thief And the gun-toting are criminals. The executive criminals (EC), Hiding under the cloak of stolen opulence and inflated, Are also criminals. Oh! Is it because "Na who dey catch be thief?" Think, think, men: The chalk-board lords Selling eight pages for a million— The "do-gooders" of our time, Are they? Think!