Gosh! It is a spectacle
To see beyond, extend your tentacles
Look, there they are
Lumped together in a cluster
Gathered as if handpicked
Numbered as if hoodwinked
Some 'good' people of a neighbourhood
Dare to court falsehood
Litters of the 'poor' vicinity
Beings devoid of dignity
Affiliates in associates as surrogates!
Aimless passersby at residents' gate
Their crown silvery lining, vigorously seen
Dirt of their characters, obviously green
Little wonder why the wise thread cautiously
Whilst the goons act foolishly
Let pity pity, Pity
In time will the truthful glow
All which lies refuse to show
Sums of their atrocities,
An impending catastrophe
Make me no fairweather friend
For I loathe that pretend
Friends within, enemies without
Of elements of trust largely in doubt
Friends unfriendly, cronies illicit
Joined together just to discredit
Let their ill music play so
It'll soon end in fiasco
Shior!
Timi Awoyemi August, 2015. timiawoyemi.blogspot.com.ng
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