PROMISE not pounded yam when you can't pound pounded yam; worst, under oath, when you can but can be compromised to, instead, pound cocoyam.
Whenever; wherever compromise is common, as accommodated dump sites in living abodes, unlike uncommon common sense; : never can they, the minority, keep promise.
Don't think they, the majority, don't know. They did. How could they, with feeble fingers keep it? Sure to be, as usual, compromised promise of the Corrupt.
For how long? How long would they come; promise, and compromise their, after all, predictable potential predicament?
Anyway, they move and anyhow, they too move, their own ways. One in piteous plenty, the other in pitiable penury from foreseen injury of perjury.
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I would like to translate this poem
That is the political situation in Nigeria where the politicians promise heaven on earth and fail woefully to deliver. Deceit everywhere. A beautiful poem
Exactly my senior poet. Thank you so much.