The take over
Beautiful demons in powerThe broadcast sliced ominous silence
Good afternoon!
Yet nothing, nothing
Good about this noon
This noon, gloomy bloomy noon
They disguised as Angels
Opened fiery gates of hell
Marching like demented soldier ants
Spewing out of mound barracks
Guns barking blazing
Semblance of *ekuke barking
Re-enactment of a plot
Plot hatched and planned
On broken gavel of Justice
Sickening justice
In the hospice
Their hearty empty words
Made no sense
As they tried to placate
Our national conscience
To right the wrong
Missing melted rung
In the democratic ladder
And latter that day
His reverie foretold:
The coupists struck on Saturday
Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2024-01-19 at 13:27
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