The Misleading Trophy Poem by Abera Wendoson

Looked to them as a unifier at first,
All should have awaited his oath of office
Preparing for dance, feast, and lust

True to their dream,
On the highest throne, they found him
Presiding over the republic's realm

And, then
The young and old ululated for the freedom
In the streets and rendezvous biting drum
But they bitted it with no cease
Until they felt they made the demon decease

And thenceforth,
Honey mixed with words,
Dropped from the man's eloquent lips,
All praising nothing but only peace! Peace! Peace!

was then named, a democracy vanguard,
Foxes from too far sent him the trophy award
To his ever-fancy political brand

But to the republic's surprise
The trophy turned into a gunship of demith
Misleading the man who knew his kingship at birth
To leave the peace promised to stay at its dearth

(August,2023)