Baba Poem by Imo Peter

BABA!

The announcing of your coming
Foretold an omen
Weird by your messianic manifesto
We lend you our votes

Never was it known
Man and words and doings
Are never the same
Oh! We are lost in this land.

Yours is a vision mission in illusion.
Your rosely-scent, honey-taste manifesto
Irritate our survival than snake's venom
We wonder where to hide from acidic spit
Splashing from awful proclamations
Indeed our toes have seen our woes

Your reign rains ruins
Yours, Sambisa born Satanic incarnate
Evoking spontaneous mayhem
Terrifying our territories
Jeopardizing our livelihood


Yours, a hired cabinet of Penrobbers
Pen-robbing our treasury
Bedeviling our lingering penury
In your economics you sap our economy
Burying us in misery