The White Lie Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Give them the lie
The white lie
Let them do the senseless Dance
Depraved men they are
We, the forest that kill dreams
Hands high in an endless rides

We will loot their craddle of pride
Hurt down their innocent lilies in need
Demented men they are
Bitten By fright afar
What you tell them they hear
They reason with their hair

Give them the lies
The power sector lies
The white lies
The political lies
Brightest of all lies
Let them do the senseless dance
Then we can go home and embezzle
All the oill in the nozzle.