THE KNOWN THEY THOUGHT IS UNKNOWN

THE KNOWN THEY THOUGHT IS UNKNOWN

The singing drum
Gives room to the dancing song
To display its rhythmic steps
It never knows that the floor
Is a tricky fora
That one day can get slippery

The floor holds no grudge until
It begins to realize a fool is made of it
Then the ball will hit back at its thrower

Power is a silent killer
Which siphons the majority
With the minority in a comfortable lead
With no sense of sensitivity

Their motives killed their morals
Their desire rapes the nation
Which they carry with no shame
To the land beyond for a patch

They are humans only when
The majority is needed
To load their vehicle of greed
To the House Jubilee

They are decent only when
The fuel is burnt out totally
From their driving egos
Their tongues are bolted
From their loosed state

They try to cover their naked holes
With the masses’ sweat
But now we know
And when our thumps thump
They shall retire forever
On our ex-blood

©️ Edem Fodeka