Their Manifesto Poem by Gbolagade Taiwo

In a time like this
When they all are hunting for a seat
That is the time they'll come to us
The time when we are gold to them
They'll come with a cup of rice
When they know the implications of their good evil work in town
Many have nothing to live on
They'll still come to ask us to vote for them to go on
They give a cup of rice to fill the space of years of hunger
They come with their mouth full of blunder
When we ask them,
What is their manifesto?
What we hear is party music
Party name like we are deaf, dumb accompanied with blindness
They have nothing for us
They are just looting us
Let them rule for once
And go back to their homes
The seat is not hereditary
Not for one family
Let others try their luck
Truth is lost in the cave.