Like ants around
Pieces of cake
In conspiracy to lift
Sugar coated morsels
In unison to holes of abode,
They surround vaults.
They ogle
At funds deposited,
Proceeds from sweats
Of others brow.
In three-piece attires,
With smooth tongues
They instill trust
And lead victims
To halls of sorrow.
Deposits,
Now free lunch
For lenders without character
And borrowers without collateral.
Trust evaporated
On burner of avarice,
Vault robbers abound.

By Chidi Anthony Opara

You write great poems. Keep it up!