The Debtors Poem by Tony Adah

Will they or will they not
In their false and worthless lies
Keep to their tongues,
Clothe the nude
Feed the hungry
Shelter the homeless
Light the darkness
As they promised during
The votes tour.
They hardly turn back there
And that is the promised change
Never to look back
Never to seal a rut on the road
Never to let rain fall
If they could
Never to let air circulate
If they can
They're so short sighted
Not even history does a lesson make
Those who even gathered the mandate
With guns
Are gone
Within that enormous strength
They easily caught a whiff of death
And succumbed like a feather
In a storm.