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Whitewash Tombs - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu


White Washed Tombs

Men of dual tongues
Coat of many colours
Adapt to colours
Faster than chameleons.
Slippery like fishes
Their tongues sweet
Like stolen kisses.

What are lies to the player?
What are rules to the madman?
Sheepy wolverines
Slippery life lines.

like two edged swords
they kill two with a word
tearing one against the other
Smiling to gain votes
From gullible minds
Sheep clothed wolves

Blenders of gin and palmwine
Annoying like a nagging wife
Yes, I know them
yes I've seen them
They ain't what they claim to be
Promises they make, so hasty
The next minute they take a bow.

Ever seen a man whose
palm is hairy?
Ever seen a woman whose
nipples are scary?
Even devils posseses the man whose
Body is good and healthy
But these men
they possess the bad and ugly.

They surpass Lucifer
In deciet and lies
Agbada and white brocade
Adorns them
but beneath those white washed graves
are worms
And brainless skulls
yet they rule us:
The same and gullible 

I know them
You know them
Politicians they are called
leaders with a million flaws.

I hate them
Even the saint among them
Smellos!

- Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu
#Pengician
#SSA
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