Compromised Promise Poem by Tony-Cemaluk Egbuonu

PROMISE not pounded yam when you can't
pound pounded yam; worst, under oath,
when you can, but compromise instead to pound cocoyam.

Whenever compromise is common,
as dump sites accommodated in living abodes,
unlike uncommon common sense,
they, the minority, can't keep promises.

Don't think the majority don't know;
they did. How could they keep it
with feeble fingers?

Sure to be, as usual, compromised
promises of the Corrupt.
For how long? How long would they
come, promise, and compromise
their; after all, predictable potential predicament?

Anyway, they move, and anyhow, they too
move, their own ways.
One in piteous plenty, the other
in pitiable penury, from foreseen
injury of perjury.