POEM OF THE WEEK

POEM OF THE WEEK

They seat old men on wise chairs,

But lacking the tenets of wisdom.

They gather in circle, house of elders,

Minds preoccupied with thoughts of fools.

This throne of legislation of our Nation,

House of Senate now a Room of Sin-Mates.

They thrust their fingers fast in the air,

Singing choruses of "Aye's" and "Nay's".

Ask me if the world seeks to know,

They just want to see which way the wind blows.

For they can't think nor see beyond their nose.

Child's Right clearly points how clueless they've become.

With our votes they ascended that esteemed seat,

Now they assemble a law to desecrate our seeds.

They roam our lands coveting virgin soils,

Seeking whom to implant their seeds of discord.

Taking a furtive ride on her ignorance,

All to soil and deface her innocence.

Not even animals plug fruits when not ripe,

But beast of men on legislative towers,

Who bites the bud before it sprouts flowers.

Perverts striped of good conscience,

Beseech betrothal to crawling babies.

She's still a baby, why want for a wife?

She might lack a strong voice,

But definitely deserves a choice.

Her vote you have denied,

And still gather in shadows to snatch her Right.

She is still a child, not yet your bride.

Look for mates your size, you Pedophiles.

I have chosen to call a spade,

What webster had it named.

If you see how serious our faces have become,

You will know, that "House of Sin-mates" laughter is no more fun.

Written by

Ubong "U and I" Inyang.

Rhythm n Rhymes.