The Death Of Government Poem by Tony Adah

It seems the sound ringing
In my ears is the weeping by mourners
Verges grow long strands of beard
Bending towards the streets
Everywhere is desolate
The streets stand bushy like
An old man's face conquered by beard.

Women who bend over the brooms
Have abandoned them to the party
Which won elections with its logo as a broom
It is long the women's pay cheque came
No fly flies in this transition
Movement is compounded by the
Scarcity of petrol.
Government of old has passed away
And the infant type helpless
At the moment.