Poli-Poe-Tics Poem by Moses Ocharo

How they chant with tipsy hoarse voices
rent this solemn air with bassoons
set it off, to blaze in our lagoons
i virtualy wax mine ears tempt the noises
i step out of bed armed with words
and scream my lung out the opponents name
i feel their defeat in them burst to flame
as we flag the human size placards
coz im entwined in this riotous euphoria
and who thought this was all for naught
cheers to this for the battle well fought
my feet dance me with wanton melodia
then i crawl to the cold hard bed id fleed
whence i realise that i was hit and did bleed.