Deception Poem by Pius beeps Adamu

On the highway in which we tread.
Are men who are being swindled.
The walls are littered with faces.
Sanctimonious they seem..
Working earnestly at the nick of time.
Just for an insatiable second term..
Our lords are now the town criers.
With horn speakers and music.
Moving to every corner of the slums.
'There shall be slums no more'.
They say, with assuring tone.
'Vote for us we'll end your woes'.
Confusion brims the hearts of the listening masses.
'Either we win or you all shall die'.
Threats become an anthem.
Naira notes are tossed like confetti. 
With eager and impatient hands stretching for a grab.
Millions of heads gather willingly.
Prepared to sell their rights for a dime.
They remain in the sun for hours.
Listening to dead promises.
Promises of doom and apocalypse.
Hidden under soft comforting words..
Opposing parties are bitter enemies.
National interest is now in their pockets..
On the streets are the impoverished..
The accustomed beggars seeking solace..
Mediocrity is their state of mind..
They bow to whatever gods provide their meals..