November Poem by Gbolabo Adetunji

We have come to the pinnacle of crisis

As we watch one of two pharaohs rises

Who is going to stall the rising prices?

Are there none others not riddled with vices?

Don't judge the visitors at the plebiscite carrying dices

No choice between magnates with hearts like ices

They have a project and we are their vises

Used like the pieces of timber in a merge of splices

Off to the polls we go to vote or offer sacrifices