Allusion Of Two Colors Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Necessarily, we go for routine checkups
Normally, once in every four years
But the doctors hide the schematics
Playing child's play on brains by logics,

With wonderful witching words
That arouses enormous feelings
They manipulate our valuble votes
While crying out sweet crocodile tears.

Vaults on a sick bed, drip after drips
Physiological change they annouce
They treat the tempest's temporaries
Without going after the gravy illnesses.

Faulty flirty foundations, now the plebs
Are endangered, frightened in their bliss
And mess; confused, now rigs after pigs
Many factions and two colours under recess.