When It Reigns It Paws Poem by delalorm fiaka

BREAKING NEWS; Koromoti goes on strike! ! ! ! !
Robert, Yahya and Mswati seem unconcerned..
Greek mythology greets our selective psychology..
Are you crazy? its called DEMOCRACY..
Its a fancy car on a bumpy road..
A chalice on which the hitherto thirsty goad..
We stare with admiration as they shout their voices hoarse..
what is their inclination? to ride on our consciences?
They promise a tenth planet,35 square meals an hour and jobs for our cockroaches..
We scream whilst we dream of the boats they promised on dry land..
We scream as we wean ourselves from their latent intentions..
we scream as we deem that domineering animal fit to make us fly..
when its grabs the reigns of power..
when it climbs up that steep tower...
when the days of deceptive appeal are over...
when it reigns high over...
it will scupper the dust beneath..
it definitely will paw,,,