Deafening Babel Poem by Idowu AdegbileroIwari

Big table richly decked
Huge cake all must share
Your cut by the barrels of gun
Or mine by ballots of votes

Yet, mine to earn because I am humus
And after times, yours, because arid you are
Turns we choose to take
To demo the craze we have in our veins

Democracy now becomes turnocracy
Turning the sanest of men
From avuncular to militias spitting fire
We have signed to this rotacracy so they claim

Who cares to listen to another in the land?
Where perfidy of lies and hypocrisy of rivals
Have prowess to break the symphony of oneness
And crumble the hope of reaching the heights

Lofty heights envisioned by the fathers
Now dreaded by greed and their self-centric manners
This noise can break our wall of hope
Just like in Babel, deaf hearing ears, our tongues are twisted again.