The Pandora Box Poem by Uche Nwanze

Can you stand the stench when the can of worms will be opened?
Bewilderment and Confusion have met at the gates.
Mystery unravel like a box of chocolate, the naked truth before our eyes.
The wind blows, what lies beneath the roosters unruffled feathers our naked eyes see.
The masquerade is unmasked, alas the face behind the mask is exposed.
The can of worms is opened, anarchy and chaos forge an unholy alliance on our nation.
The can of worms is opened, scales fallen off our eyes.
The can of worms is opened, charlatans are chauffeur navigate our ship of state to the rivers of catastrophe.
The can of worms is opened, corruption copulates on the altar of compromise.
The box is opened, citizens cry crucify crucify him.
The lid is lifted, yesterday's saint is today's sinner.
The Pandora box opens, the myth is demystified. Predator pursued by the prey.
The Pandora box opens, their mantra is mumbo jumbo their mouths mutter, hunter is now haunted.
The Pandora box opens, lawbreakers in lawmakers apparel our hungry eyes feast in bemusement.
The can of worms is opened, accuser and accused in the same boat.
The can of worms is opened, public hearing turned to a circus.
The Pandora box opens, fainting and feigning, their modus operandi.
How can the Augean stables be cleaned, their hands stained in blood.
Why won't corruption not fight back when the calvary are culprits.
The Pandora box opens, fingers pointing a fighting match, they all live in a glass house.