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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