Brouhaha Poem by Benjamin Bauda

Running to and fro,
Going somewhere, going nowhere.
Fighting for survival, fighting for revival,
Some call it revolution I call it confusion.

Hunger in the land,
Trouble in our towns,
Politicians say they have the solution,
But their parties have no vision, only a mission,
To get rich on our tribal, religious and ideological divisions.


Leaders are missing,
Rulers are flourishing.
Countries are becoming lawless,
Terrorists are now fearless.
It's the survival of the fittest,
Confusion anywhere, confusion every where.