In his secret place, he tenders his discreet case
His mind dwindle like a bean weevil
The depth of his heart accommodates a holy evil
Full of dirt and an uncontrolled thirst
Predominated by the desire of an unholy indulgence
His closet dictates his mindset
As he lays himself on bed to rest
These signs manifest whenever the sunset.
Who knows the heart of men?
He rises every morning standing straight and erect
Postulating how he will be chosen as the elect
He mingles with others of same urge and social desire
Showing him ways she can be wooed as her admired messiah
He professes his love to her publicly
Enticing her with words of empty promises
He seduced her, making her blushing and gushing,
Overriding her interest with his longings
His aspiration is open to all but his intent his ever concealed.
On her bosom lays his head
His hands her ever playing on her chest
Her lips are full of rubies to feast
Soft and tender ready to be devoured by these beasts
Her milk is as fresh and nourishing
Supposedly meant to feed her future offspring’s
In her center of excellence, he invokes his pestilence
He defiled her virginity in the garden and capital city
Feeling so cocky and relatively witty
The virtue of the Devil lies in his loins
Taking her on a round of adventurous perversion
Through his obsession she has sown a seed of destruction.
In her root shoot the branches of injurious infection
Being undermined by various act of corruption
Held down and passed round from independence to her present situation.
Fulfilling their unholy desire
The strong urge of these men (politicians) is destroying our National sire
Even though we are still helpless on how to purge this power surge
Yet the coming generation may even have a stronger Urge.
(Youth please obey the clarion call.)
Yommybishop………©June 2013
Ruminating about her (Nigeria) on June 12, ever wonder if our politicians truly love this Nation. Posterity will surely judge them.
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