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www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Our Dear Politrickians]
I’ll write you a poem
inked with my blood and rhymed
on this sad note of shame

My dear ‘politrickians’
I’ll birth your evil-deeds
with the tears of the masses

O! Sweet are your words
that lock our sour minds
in the jail of promises

Heaven is in them
when you beg our thumbs
to ink beside your face

When on the national seat
we become forgotten ash
burnt in the Hell of your lies

You tease our minds
with those blind words
‘Vision twenty, twenty!’

O! Selfishness is your beauty
as you trample our poor heads
with your feet of avarice

You fly our war chest
into your invincible nest
Your sons and daughters smile

while the masses cry
Today is yours, in peace
May tomorrow be yours in pieces!

Written by: Adesitimi Taiwo Damilola
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson