What seized your hoe?
Planting strange seeds as whole?
The greedy plant cotton in marsh
Thinks it would grow to his mind’s match
It did not
Think it would sprout fruit
He turned to a farmers’ fool
It did not.
Long man Kerry combs the desert
On a jolly lameduck tether
With the sultans on sandy ablution
He storms our desert on familiar addiction.
That old urge for human husbandry
A culture of fair-faced banditry.
To master the world with a thousand tricks.
He frisks your pocket with face cherubic.
And my father’s fools still fail
To see the enemy’s real face
They bask in his slogans
They trail his dollars.

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Oludotun Saseyi

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