Politician Shoes Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Their shoes curse me
Send fear into my heart
And makes me loose control of my self.
Have you seen their shoes before?
Black and red, it connote danger and darkness
Press down grasses between their tears and laughter.
Politicians shoes has no soul but
Spirit and dark blood like crude.
It makes a loud noise like the dancers beads
In the front face, corruption built its hut
Then in its back lies harbour there.
Deceit are the leather there in while
Dishonest is the tag number.
It direct them to misdeed of all kind
Politician shoes has no compassion on the sand and grasses
It causes colour riots in their attire.
Under the shoe are gum which is used
To steal public funds and money.
Every now and then its steal money in an occasion
And no one knows their hidden agenda.
It is the elephant of the forest against
The soil and the poor grasses
Endo and ecto parasites to the nature of man's body
Politicians shoes are holy shoes
But smells of foul odour and mutate always.
It fear is in the category of death while
Faith and progress fills the oppressed with life