'The Pols and the People' by Tolu Ayeni

A jumbo country, full of goofy people, who relish penury

Who live in Eden, but toil and plant in the wild

The pols come with prospect, deviously, they relish luxury

The pols sang and drummed, the people danced

Tongues cutely misleading, pols, the people adhere

Dancing to their dirge made obscure at the crusades

They dance out of folly and fall for the credible fish-lure

They return home, gratified, by the pols vileness

The pols newly elated and opulent, ride in black box

Folly and credulous, the people enjoy climax so bitter

When they are quenched and put in a tight box

They begin to roar painfully like a tiger

Again comes, a homophonic dirge, made occult, by the politicians

Again follows, a dance, a perfect déjà vu, by the population.

Ayeni Tolulope is graduate of religious studies. He writes, read and act in another world. His works can be viewed at. Or Add him on Facebook @chris.tolu

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