Our Failed Polity Poem by Emmanuel Isuku

Our bus waded
The flood-criss-crossed road,
For several hours
In sheer disgust of a failed polity.

O In complete boredom!
Choked by billows of tears,
I ponder over our avaricious demagogs
Who have cast upon the people,
A spell of starvation malady,
Though they receive incredulous panegyrics
From the cradle to the vault.

But suddenly,
My poor-bemoaning soul was
Daubed by fluid of serenity.

Borne out of derision, I mumbled,
'What's the hurly-burly about?
I should chortle at these pseudo-janitors,
Who are girdled by obfuscation,
For now they've fissured
Our economic monolith
(the boon of our political sinew) ,
Nudging it into arbor
Fenced by pandemonium,
While wreathing it with emblem of disgrace'