The Rare Rulers Poem by Moses Kainwo

As if the people are paper
They rule with a ruler
The gun as red-ink pen
Thunders decrees from dawn to dusk
And the people become paper

Yet I never knew
Could never guess
The skull of humans could be cup
Of lasting thought score in the hand

And the cup too is a ruler
Where the people play stiff before it
And spread like paper to be ruled

The rulers lie straight
Like snakes among the people
And writers who dropp their mixture of ink
On the bodies of rulers
Will instantly change their house address