The Strange Bedfellows

by DavidBokolo

I mused at the turn of event at the scene

the landscape is replicate with the shapes

and color not in harmony with what nature

would have loved to create given his craftsmanship

This was a human configuration to give a push to

a perceived common foe of their mutual aspiration


Thus, having had the combined advantage of force

to shove aside their imagined foe and without a

blueprint on the destination and course of the voyage,

and with each actor manifesting their latent aspiration

laden in selfish and vengeful creed, embolden in their

deceitfully acquired foothold, they muzzled the citizen’s

common interest in a hazy conspiratorial creed


This has become more disjointed and dysfunctional

with the dead silence of the Captain with his ethnicity

agenda they’ve all clustered together as a rallying point

but who’s now caved into the rigor and pressure of

captaining the voyager’s ship amidst the tributaries in the route

and whose status of wellness is shrouded in yet another

conspiratorial malady.


It is a scene liken to the sound of survival of

 the fittest, where the strongest takes it all

And quite disgustingly, it is this clout

robed in archaic orientation and disguised

in the political terrain that are acting

the position of the strongest,

while the populace, dazed in electioneering

slogan of change, are groping about stupefied


Dangling my pen in my hand and reminiscing

about the twilight of the yesteryear when the

contraption of this obnoxious alignment

was being forged with the change mantra

I can’t help but muse at the fun when strange

Bedfellows are thrown in together,

it takes a while for the oil to blend with the water

in a soup pot



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