Politics in Vacuum

Spurious rhetoric characterized their assemblies
The blazing sun conspired with the dusty haze
hangs in the air, filtering into one’s nostrils
Mixed with the fragrance of a thousand perfumes
the atmosphere reeks with the sounds of the parties’
slogans, buried in spurious rhetoric,
the Politicians traverse the cities in their flowing agbadas

Bogus and unattainable promises were spewed out
to a gullible populace held captive by an
excruciating poverty unleashed upon it by a
dubious elements in the political class
feeding fat on their lies by an ignorant
populace bereft of objective analytical skill
on the dummies sold out to them daily, as facts

They sold their right of choice for a crisp of fiver
of their stolen national wealth; this is rightly theirs
Thus, like the dawn of a new day, when the dark
nightly clouds were chased away at the birth
of the morning sun, the silhouetting shadows
of the night had vanished like melting vapors;
reality stood out like a naked woman in a market
square.

That all they had heard were mere illusions and
fabrications mingled with malicious and eccentric
manipulation, thus every step taken were a reaction
to an exposing barrenness of reality
Thus, we stumble and tumble, wiggling and giggling
Along the way, not knowing when to stop; seemingly
lost in a hazy maze, gaggling and gabbing incoherently,
gagging all voices of reason