by: Kayode Ayobami
Come, see them, six mouths in one body—
saliva in all corners like dewfall.
Bold rodent picking its teeth in the Face
of a landlord/showing its children the way
To the storeroom/shining bright like an ackee seed.
The pigs are here again, asking us to
Build them a golden pen/decorate it with
daffodils/fix a bathtub with roses in it.
Aren’t pigs known to befriend the dirt?
They’ve come to ask us for these seats
Again/of what use is their request if the
Keys to the seats are buried in their
protruding bellies of deceit? Of what use
Is your demand when you’ve turned these
Seats to your families’ birthright?
Hold your shields in your face, the rain of
spit of their lie is coming. Mask your nose
From their mouths that carry the sweet
Fragrance of soakaway. The polithieves
Have come again, flashing teeth like a
Hungry dog. Another eight years of
Delicious pain beckons; weightless
promises, obese belly, sweet silence,
Blistered and cracked soles chanting
The defense of a greedy demi god with
ailment that has no cure in his own land.
They’ve come again, tales tellers. The
Pausers of our dreams have come again
To nail us to a cross of suffering with their
Frailed hands and brains filled with greediness.
