I am Tired

Posted on 02/02/2012


I am tired

Nothing inspires
All around is dire
Soon I shall retire

They quench our fire
With greedy desire
Nothing to admire
Them shameless liars

Status acquired
In borrowed attires
Pretend criers
Night time fliers

From whence the ceasefire
To save us from these mad squires?
None aspires
Nothing transpires

Stoke the burning pyres!
Gather up disused tyres!
One last thing before we retire
Burn up their stolen nairas

Palaces surrounded by barbed wires
Share the flyers, 
Find new buyers
On night parole with our ready pliers

Still I tire
Think I must retire
Who will ignite this fire?
Who will awaken desire?


Posted in: Poetry, Politics