Demon-Cracy Poem by Muideen Lanre Dauda

If you plant here, you will reap there
A tormence, dips humanity into devil canal
A mishaping ideology fretting the human brows
The real name has changed by greedy cannibals
Replacing it with sound of angry ogre which defectively defeans all-ears
And makes the reality a fability

If you mention people, you are mentioning the reign of hunger,
Created by demonic sanctuary
Claiming they are saviours of human kingdom
With their pitiless hearts laughing at people's sufferings

Let's plant there, we must reap here
As the mopping song they do sing
Like owl's song at the ridge cap of a hut
As a lame excuse, using to confine people into their nailing cage;
All about ripping people's hearts out and feed them to dogs
So whoelse the man, remains to know fogs?
If the steeping valley would not make him fall

Let's give you water of life, they do say
But you could not believe how sharpening the water when it touches your tongue

We have bread, we will let you have it
But you could not believe how much more they will loot later

They are demons in the house of crazy