Gobermuche Poem by Haruna Garba

Dissociating yourself from indolence,
here you are a square myrmidon
Now fallen to the agitators' guile
here you are harness collar around the neck

Disconnecting yourself from ineptitude,
here you are the chump that you are
Now fallen to some corny prankster
here you are lead shank under the chin

Resisting the call of cowardice,
here you are a real time gobermouche
Now fallen for some poignant flattery
here you are nose ring on your bull self

Holding on to the pique
here you are your gullible self-
Now thirsting at the doorstep of evil influence
here you are with head collar strapped to you

Defying inferiority and incapacity,
here you are the credulous that you are
Perplexed about the brains of old brain,
now you have snout full of nose ring
Should the shed collapse
or the hurricane blow
or wildfire blaze forth,
alone the underlings get engulfed.
Commanders secure their grounds