Fake Promises Poem by Babatunde Aremu

Read their lips
They are modern sophists
Skilful in promising heaven on earth
Its their trademark
To say we are important to them
When they need us
They come to canvass for our votes
With Greek gifts in theit hands
They pretend to know our plights
With mouths full of fake promises
They swear to high heavens
That fountains will spring up on our lanes
Roads will be smooth without pothole
Streets will glitter like heaven's
There shall be gold and silver at the roadsides
Castles will be built in the skies
No more joblessness, hunger or lack
If you believe them
You are on your own
Read their lips
They are laced with fake promises