Posted by Akam Emeka on
CONVOLUTED
There is a scramble in the rats’ den,
For meat stolen from the lions’ hole,
The rats’ become brave,
While the lions’ lose the more.
Looking forward before me,
I perceive from behind me,
The fight for supposed liberty,
Yielding, to the desperate pull, of ambitious slavery.
Truthful lies and idle activity,
Complete perfection of hypocrisy,
The true meaning of dying for,
A cause not worth living for.
Laughter amidst tears of sorrow,
They managed to borrow,
To avoid a face full of furrows,
Like that of foxes burrows.
A fight poisoned by grim greed,
Makes matters worse and convoluted,
Making a complete circus,
Of the poor man’s rhoncus.
In the middle of the temptous sea,
No one hopes for the end to see,
For except the course is changed,
Disaster is definitely the end.
Brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers,
All the youths including the elders,
Must drop the weapons of cowardice,
And seek the truth and truce,
Needed to enter our dream paradise.