Then They Came

 

This poetry is a metaphorical poetry that satirises the political malpractices and sociological mis normalities in some countries. The obvious true about how harsh these policians can be and how brutal they can get to see the civilians yield to their bids. Steal freely through this poem and enrich your optimistic touch.

Then they came

Loads on heads

Bent between;

We went ahead of drum

Beats of unpleasant sauce 

Filling our dying thirst and 

Rage with unquenched fury.

With tears and care

They clean our ponds: 

On dry sands and spice,

Weeding off our passion

With metro of fervent pled 

For more and more pampering.

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"We know your pain, it's our gain"

They scourge our pity;

Starved our patriotic ego.

Hanged below abyss are they

Our falling messiah.

On limps they leap 

Locking every passing breath

Onto their watch.

We share breath with the lock;

Our face forgot the glory 

Of spreaded lips and teeth fragrance.

Amongst us are they, 

We dwell in same clothing;

We watch over their spew;

Cheer their muse

Nodding at their crucifix.

They're amongst us still,

The lamp crushers.

Taiwo Ayeni

@2023

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