Beware the thumb seekers
Who smile on the photo on the posters
Oh! Novisi says they are impostors
For the enchanting smile
They don to the bank.
They will be back
With their seasonal lie affair,
To reminisce days gone
When they gleefully ate sand;
When they drunk urine with us as our beer.
They will prophesy in times when we suffer;
Enliven our lame lives with sweets—toffees.
So when they come, listen to them my friend
Listen to their holy plea
Oh! They will reappear like locusts,
To feed on your blessed gullibility.
I tell you, they are bloodsucking selfish fleas!
Caretakers who kiss the bottle, but flee at tools.
15 May, 2008.
University of Ghana.
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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