Feast Poem by Gbolabo Adetunji

We saw the bowl last night

A dessert of pregnant men

Waiting to spew their vile

They gathered from the North

And sojourned from the West

The bowl was filled with a cocktail of mandates

Seemingly nouveau but sadly familial

A call to feast was proclaimed with a thunderous appeal

A chant appealing to the thirsty and sundry

With a deja vu allure

We drank from the bowl of lies

We savored the relish of promises

The feast is served

But

Let the hungry beware

For only the filthy and fat

Are nourished.