POLI-THIEF-IANS

 Anile, nonagenarian, and hoar,

Grey-haired, and doddery, old men struggling in their shorts,

Drilled robbers wearing the attributes of a leader.

Covetous and avaricious Godforsaken muggins.

They crave, lust and thirst for cupidity,

Good for nothing men of stupidity.

They sit and pride in the country's wealth,

Disregarding and shitting on the masses,

Giving no shred about the destitute.

Bloodsuckers, monster's, hungry for power, and wealth,

Enriching their pockets, looting the nation of her treasury.

Peaked, stricken and bilious,

Unstable and woozy, yet they never rest.

Rejected products of a recycling company.

Even at the verge of death, they still got eyes on the bag.

Their eyes know no sleep, mind choked and clogged, no peace.

They feign smile, make believe to deceive, they promise heaven on earth, this and that, but in their minds they say, "Fools, una go see shege".

Thief's, make una dey play,

You see this money wey una dey steal ba, una go soon vomit am.

Blood go soon dey comot for una eyes, for this tears wey una make people cry.

Just dey play, the day of judgement is reckoning on y'all.

© GrEaTnEsS 🦁