Racebulsers Poem by Ifeyinwa Ezenyimulu

I chuckle at 'racebulsers'
sometimes I pause,
Lost in people
Wondering why give a damn?
Alas! Donald Trump

When I see their writing
I know their thought
When I hear them talk
I see their eyes, their soul
The littlest thing to behold
Their little minds
Their hollow soul
Alas! gods of the radicals

I prefer them better
Owning to be proud robots
Screaming their foolish minds
Yet, the emptiness persist
The most dangerous are shams


Don't be deceived
Amongst you they stand professionals
Neighbours and allies
The tortoise stands in awe of them
Original shams hiding with ethics
It's all on the outside
Those smiles but bang bang!
Alas! hate without border