The vanguards of the army
Have already reached the gates
Advancing stealthily for the castle
With galvanized machineries
To oust the wishes of votes
Cast by great gate keepers.
For a moment peace is at stake
Only to be assuaged by curfews
Imposed on progressive states
In need of cranes to usurp
Their economies from recessions.
Like spurges coup d’états forfeits
The artistic principles of democracy
Nominated by the entire modernity
To rule the kingdoms of all races
And cleanse iniquities
Hidden in the backyards of African politics.
Blood, very lucrative and deft,
Launched on governmental seats,
Weighing than secrecy, stands on
The corridors of false perjury
Ready to exist the door of cosmos.
Some leave at will where grace
Falling like dew has not been drilled.
Others go in great pain as guns
Smash up their brains when they
Tried to save the life of their countries
With words malefactors cannot preserve.
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