Anarchy Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

The battle line is drawn.
Beyond the mystery of your power,
You've laid us down.
In your bid to get in here you promised to build a tower.

On your shoulder do we rest
Till you daily lay us to rest.
We will end the insurgence in few months
While same seems not ending after four years.

Revolution now is seen as threat
While with your mouth it's declared.
The fight against corruption
In your bid is an illusion.

As this is done in meritorious deceits.
Tell me not to raise any alarm.
How dare you say that?
As anarchy iseminent to your act.

In deep thought, the murder of the rule of law
Is announce in your filthy hands
As you desecrate the temple of justice
In bid to be above the law

Where is our hope?
Where are we to go from here?
No food on the table
As all had been inflated.
The minimum wage has no date of implementation

And you've come to fight corruption.
Are you not?
Hear me great Divine
As my petition is made from a wounded heart.
Forgive and let this cup pass us by
As in the time of general Abasha.