King Beast: Jungle Africa Poem by Charles Jagongo

In clenched fist, with sweet voices
In high raised platforms, clap clap and cheers
In well cut suits, eyes glow powers piece the sky
Venom eyes to adversaries, rivalry stained
In crimson red liquid, path to state house
Tribesmen men cheer, rivals jeer in jungle Africa
Necks, backs, heads are smashed and brocken,
All in ticket to seats of power, ideologies and policies see no day
No time for ideologies, do it later though do not remind them
The beasts have muscle; this is Africa diamonds and orange are sweet
This jungle Africa, Subjects cow, as King devour freedom with relish
Shsss! Talk in whispers, the head might not belong to you!