Letter To The President Poem by Awasum Terrence

to the Lion resident at Etoudi
i have put pen and papyrus 2 art u a portrait of outdoor
i hope your vulture kindred don't ingest this courier
for my predecessors prints now lay in snakes belly

Mr. Excellence, since your first hypocritical oath;
the grasses have gone gray and the roses pale
the sun has taken a leave, the moon in total slumber
the rivers punctured and the skies have seized to weep
the soil soar with thirst.

if you would leave your 'Maison En OR'
if you take a walk to your neighbors doors
you will see the streets thrive on filth
your longs will be greeted by air rotten and rusted
your hellos returned by ashen skinny compatriots
and your legs blistered by creaking crooked miles

if you would sneak to the crossroad fare
to seats common and listen dear
you will hear lips part for tempered tongues
you will see kids know not childhood
you would see wrinkled-faced youths
dancing to tunes of joblessness and brain-drain

your werewolves of hate, emissaries of rift
masquerading like the Oracle of Delhi
they have soared and their pockets tubby
and thrived on allocation money
leaving nothing but deceit and disgrace to young generation.