"placards" poems - Hello Poetry

See them standing on the podium of promises Tickling us to wed them into power As we stand under the burning sun, sweaty as ever All ears to their flowered words of which they caress And powdered our minds with. They donate maggi, salt, wears and the root of all evil, To further blind our minds and instinct. Like goats following a hand with a palm fruit, We chased them with high hopes to the polls, Like Esau of old we repay their donation with our votes. Their desires were met, now in power At serious battle against their promises, Our faith getting lean, our hopes bleed in response to their policies. The opposition jubilant for the failure of the electorates. Soon, they awoke into reality, spur to abort incumbent reign. Some took to bombs, guns, cutlasses, few to the streets. The opposition soldiers are thugs, always hungry to **** The masses weapons are their mouth, placards, And solidarity songs, they walk and sing. They say when elephants fight the grasses suffer I wonder who are the elephants or the grasses indeed. A place that suppose to be our home now a battle field Where everyone fights for self survival Forgetting the unborn, our toddlers, our heroes past. It is high time we talked and sack the thugs But who will moderate Who will faithfully give audience, who will sincerely talk? The elite, the elected seems like they are war ready They have well set up their political troops A war they won't stand to fight But escape through thinning air off our sight. In a molding state Pigs dare to preach sanity In a world of questions, ignorance remain the worst cancer And the apex poverty. Let not fold our hands and live to die in this doom If your lips are scared, let your pen speak. Let not throw in the towel Until we justfully elapse the reign of the unwanted in one peace.

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Dec 22, 2013

Dec 22, 2013 at 10:09 AM UTC

victor-ernest-osong

THE REIGN OF THE UNWANTED.

See them standing on the podium of promises Tickling us to wed them into power As we stand under the burning sun, sweaty as ever All ears to their flowered words of which they caress And powdered our minds with. They donate maggi, salt, wears and the root of all evil, To further blind our minds and instinct. Like goats following a hand with a palm fruit, We chased them with high hopes to the polls, Like Esau of old we repay their donation with our votes. Their desires were met, now in power At serious battle against their promises, Our faith getting lean, our hopes bleed in response to their policies. The opposition jubilant for the failure of the electorates. Soon, they awoke into reality, spur to abort incumbent reign. Some took to bombs, guns, cutlasses, few to the streets. The opposition soldiers are thugs, always hungry to **** The masses weapons are their mouth, placards, And solidarity songs, they walk and sing. They say when elephants fight the grasses suffer I wonder who are the elephants or the grasses indeed. A place that suppose to be our home now a battle field Where everyone fights for self survival Forgetting the unborn, our toddlers, our heroes past. It is high time we talked and sack the thugs But who will moderate Who will faithfully give audience, who will sincerely talk? The elite, the elected seems like they are war ready They have well set up their political troops A war they won't stand to fight But escape through thinning air off our sight. In a molding state Pigs dare to preach sanity In a world of questions, ignorance remain the worst cancer And the apex poverty. Let not fold our hands and live to die in this doom If your lips are scared, let your pen speak. Let not throw in the towel Until we justfully elapse the reign of the unwanted in one peace.