3 days away a new story told
Our PVC a rightly tool we hold
As we troop with hope in tow
The bonds of 'ungovernance' to unfold
Block the path of failures flow
Beware the ides of March foretold
But God has us in His loving stranglehold
And we shall soar above all evil fold

A feeble attempt at political poetry dedicated to my loving Daughter. My greatest fear is in her future as I am complicit in enthroning the current order. But I have Faith yet

The day of reckoning is come upon us
A time just a speck in a distant past
A time to till the poll and harvest a bounty
Our tool of choice is small, flat and square
Not a bulge or crease in our pockets create
Yet its power is awesome but fair
We wield and troop with swagger and power
We arise with hope that change will come

Still dedicated to my lovely daughter. My greatest fear is in her future as I am complicit in enthroning the current order. But I have Faith yet

Put my nose into the wind and savor the aroma of change
My taste buds spur to life with victory a menu course
Salivating like a hyena but thinking like a thinking man
Anticipation threatens to murder my sane sanity
Hoping that aroma and meal will have Siamese wrap
Vigilance incase the cook or another pilfers the boiling broth
Till my sweet diet of victory and change be served

Still dedicated to my lovely daughter. My greatest fear is in her future as I am complicit in enthroning the current order. But I have Faith yet

Now the harvest happen upon us
For every man his just reward
I have tilled and tolled my little parcel
And watch with glee as my basket fills
Look around for a brother to share
Fruits and tubers and grains abound
Hope and pray someday my Faith be proud

Still dedicated to my lovely daughter. My greatest fear is in her future as I am complicit in enthroning the current order. But I have Faith yet