Nice poetry from the stable of Niyi Osundare; use your skill and craft to correct the rot in the society; my take home.

Behold, the People ask:
Who will save us from our Prostitutes in
Power?
Part 1
THe wanted so desperately to be King of
Senate
He left the Path of Honour behind
Haba! He wanted so desperately to be
King of Senate
He left the Path of Honour behind
He stabbed noble Faith and Trust in the
back
And put the Traitor’s knife on the bonds
that bind
Power-intoxicated, blinded by ambition
He only cares for three big people: “I,
Me, and Myself”
Say, Power-drunk, blinded by ambition
He only cares for three big people: “I,
Me, and Myself”
A renegade old book with phoney letters
Vacuous, thumb-stained on History’s
shelf
His feet never know the way to the
house of Honour
“Integrity” is visibly missing in his diction
of Deceit
Yes, his feet never know the way to the
house of Honour
“Integrity” is visibly missing in his diction
of Deceit
He sold us cheap in the commerce of the
backroom caucus
Coming back later with a false receipt
Cocky
without
conscience,
rude
without
restraint
He traded
away a
victory won
with our
sweat and blood
Say, cocky without conscience, rude
without restraint
He traded away a victory won with our
sweat and blood
A discredited enemy behind his
tarnished banner
He trampled the people’s Hope in the
shameful mud
The fruit never falls far from its tree
True scion of a cold and crooked clan
Ha ha ha, a fruit never falls far from its
tree
True scion of a cold and crooked clan
Broken banks, broken dreams, and
broken lives
He’s a fitting heir to a dubious pedigree
…T0 BE CONTINUED NEXT SUNDAY

Source: http://www.ngrguardiannews.com/2015/07/blues-for-the-new-senate-king/