Con Artist Poem by Kinyua Karanja

Scores of people hurriedly gathered around,
The proceedings seemed like that of safari ants,
The sun intensified its natural and Devine role,
As loud speakers tore their eardrum mercilessly.
The crowd noded with over excitements and hope,
The con artist expressed his insincere sympathy,
As he masked his face with fake disappointments.
The con spirit was fully at work at this moment,
He unleashed fake hope to be rich overnight,
To unsuspecting crowd to tore their pockets.
It felt awful to see them conned at broad light
In name of being helped to invest for 100% profit.