Ode to our politician
Manifesto macabre manifestationIll mechanization
Manipulating masses' minds
We we un know
They they know
Docile,gullible lot
Liturgy fuelled by
Fragmented divisions
Along bold thin lines of
Religion
Tribalism
Cultism
Sexism
And all the 'ism'
Cesspit of white lies
Morbid garden of black lilies
Spewed by cons and cronies
Their end far near in sight
Cup empty full at night
Not for long a new dawn
With this morning light
Longed for old new song
Ahhha!
Finally comes light rain
Washing away heavy pain
Our, good bain
Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2019-10-18 at 11:08
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