*In The Midst of The Broth*

Many dip their hands deep into the potion,
Some bury their heads deep to find the solution,
But all standsup for nothing but re-election,
And few notably for their first election.

Sad to face eviction,
Many give up to a lot of seduction,
But whether the broth is cold or in commotion,
There can't be a real seclusion,
For those who truly cares to make the difference in their generation.

There obviously is a dislocation,
And the groin hurts to the junction,
Causing more pain than the system canst properly function,
But whether it's up for destruction,
Or they're making up so much decoration,
Their messiah is here not to offer a salvation.

A million-naira question,
Yet no one would bell the cat and save the poison from going inside that potion.
For the humankind is the only virus cursed with the horrifying knowledge of its hots fragile mortality -
And if we all knew this-
I bet, there won't be a division!

©EazyLines
2018