Goodluck Dances As The Nation Burns Poem by Michael Adeosun

Let the sky fall,
let the nation burn,
even when we lost
count of the slaughtered,
The party will still go on.
Our king will still dance.
Today, he tells us
what we already know.
We must celebrate
to make the Haramites sad.
They must know we are not
shaken by the bombs.
All roads lead to the king's ball.
The King's party, I mean.
We are aware he lacks balls.
But who needs balls
When he has Luck.
Can a nation be more Luckier
than this?

November 2014