The gods of our land are gluttons
they eat dreams, drink hopes
then excrete diatribes
for propriety to feast on
They milk the cradle
of our present cum future
with erroneous propagandas
wirra! stockpiling for their progenies unborn
These gods have Potbellies
akin to that of pregnant women
It swerves, pendulum like.
mocking the contours of our sufferings
Their glees are produts of sorrow
Their grins, traces of our agonies
yet they are still revered by ignoramuses
who are tossed amens
like famished church rats seeking divinity
Bionote
Ajise Vincent is a Nigerian who writes poetry. His works has appeared in various print and online platforms. He is currently studying Economics at a prestigious university in Nigeria.
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