Wax and Wax By S. A. David

NEPA waxed and waned and waxed and waned
PHCN boasted, bragged and bought over
A hope of a better performance
A hope of ever-glistening bulbs
A hope of constant-shining lamps
A hope of beautiful-night streets
A hope of hope

But, yes, but, it didn’t kill us
It made us Hercules
It boost the oil boom
More petrol for the generator engines
Pumping plenty paper-mints per purse
Enriching the righteous cabals
They wax and wax

We believe more in the candle-light
They, we, the masses, the common people
The flames make the children see their books
And befriend and kiss their eyes
At old age, they regret
In a small way though

Candle is cheap
It shines brighter than filaments and tungsten
Candle wax is lucrative
The industries wax and wax
Employment opportunities
Not having Faraday's benediction is an opaque benediction

The oil lamp does well
Oil business booms
We don’t need the nuclear plants
To gehenna with the high tension wires
The wires are cancerous
Oil lamp serves better

Darkness is our friend and companion
We’re used to it
Black is fashion
Blindness, not a disease
Just an orientation
In our disguised blessing, we wax and wax.
We need not PHCN, we wax and wax.