Corruption Poem by Timothy Faboade

A beast from desert with eruption,
Coming with stuttering, stunning wings
Of destruction and unknown disruption
That it coarsely, ear-soringly sings.

When it lands with a big boisterous bang
Its pieces on all there and here
Faces it staunchly glues and hangs.
It swings far, very far and near.

Both the able doctors and the sick
The beast-disease wilfully infests.
Our cakes like water it licks
As we lose to it all our invests.

In our stomachs it's a tapeworm
On our strength a fluke, a leech
All that make us look lukewarm
And our face it slovenly bleaches.

From shrines to all the altars,
To the young and old heads
Among the dead and living mortars,
It, like unbottled oil, spreads.

Corruption has come, come to stay
Among us all, good and bad, rich
And poor all the unknown way
To dig for us a waterless ditch.