Jungle Poem by Imo Peter

Road to power; a deadly trap
So they make to be for youths
Young don't walk or else they fall
Grey beards are the pathfinder

Seat of power, a high ladder
So they say is high for youths
Hot and rough for young to climb
The old boys are the highlanders

Ring of power, cabal of men
Old and old to go below
Just to rule they long to stay
Fighting for who takes the turn

Call to power, a fight to reign
Only old paddies are called to race
Just to be crowned before they die
Plucking our wealth down to grave

Old men claim of scrambling better
More and more than youths could try
Strength in need to no avail
All they want to wear the crown

Power's stool, an itchy seat
Seated by men of dementia
Breaking news, medical trips overseas
Flown to mend their broken health