Untitled Poem by muideen olawale jimoh

Their rich cloak smells wealth

An aroma fuelled by our governments’ money

With no regards for the masses health

But at the hint of a headache, they are in Germany.



I put them in office

These sweet-mouthed reptiles

Their treachery didn’t suffice

Till they possessed governments files.



Someday, they’ll be gone

And I’ll still be here

Still looking on

Their offices will still be here.



Waiting for its next occupant

Another treasure looter

With the intent of digging into governments pants

I’ll be here, with my pen, I’m a sharp shooter.