Plan B Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Raise your head now
While on the road unknown
Making it steady on a tattered gown
Like a madman whose life is gone

Even this height of insanity can't be compared
That all must check out with the plan B
In a race that can't be dared
Not like the kiddies' spelling B

Just for the race of someone's unfortunate ambition
The dead in a foreign body resurrects to reign
Making the hands of the righteous vice daily tight
Yet the clerics ensure we pay tithe.

Hark, hark
One whose brain stands
Not one rule by the stomach
Approaching are the days of rewards

A day Animals will rise against the wicked pastures
Born to rule principles will be laid to rest
Gifts for votes will be meaningless
Rule of law and equity will be made manifest

When will that be?
For all is set to explore the plan B
Being tired of these jokers
Chopping lives daily like leke eating bread and beans

©️olorode olorunleke