the earth forcefully spews blood and guts.
The sea lodges lifeless visitors;
the society is run by beer bellied ghouls.
A cloud of unease overwhelms me,
as I assess the position of the country.
Promises of accountability and fortune flood my mind,
as the aborted foetuses of such pledges eyeball me.
The good roads of which they industriously yodel;
contain more blood than they do tar.
Funds for the already waning educational sector;
manifests itself in the glistening exterior of a ferrari.
Round the clock power that should revive our bulbs;
gives way for the dancing flame of the candlestick.
The ultra-modern medical facilities of tomorrow;
are ultra-forgotten since yesterday.
This calls to mind the chants of being leaders of tomorrow;
a baton of hope passed from a generation to the other.
These tomorrow's have set for today to rise,
but the smog clears to reveal the wilful lords of yore.
Time has failed to usher in the young folk;
for the old toads have refused to croak.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2017
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