Politiking Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

Sometimes I just want to go out and fix it
Like I feel now, mad, watching them,
These unwanted tenants on my tube
Courting, felicitating me with their falsity?
Visibly hard to watch; yet I sit still-as they shoot their venom at me
Talking about schemes and plans I know they have abandoned?
Talking about my environment I know they have abased and abused
Talking about fortune in folds of funds I know they have misappropriated
Talking about their time I know was wasted, unproductively
Talking about the many warring I know were schemed, carried out in search for treasures
Talking about jobs I know a large majority my mates can’t find or are out of
Then they cap it – recounting as achievement, few things they were elected to do, they did.


I am still watching but getting angrier; seething in madness
They want me to again give them the power to climb back the larder
So, they spend another term unreachable;
God, I am mad;
But, not the placard carrying or demo madness
Not the media blabbering insanity
Neither will I go round-table mental jaw-jawing
Nor am I talking of the law courts and letters frenzy craziness
Not even the red eye, deep thought derangement
What I feel is that gutty, bottom of the belle bile churning dementia
That makes me want to shout, run naked, break things
But I won’t: I shall strive, to be strong willed, as angels would,
And, armed with my vote, I shall; calmly, to my booth, hang them all dry!