Off Your Mic Poem by Imo Peter

My shoulders shrug on your awry acts
Never will I constitute an audience
Enthralled by your show

I'll not nod to heed to your speeches
Neither will my feet tip tap
To the cadences of your musical rhythms

I will not twerk to your drum beats
And neither will I join the company
Of your sycophant orchestras

Never again will I clap
In exultation of your ingenuity
Or sing in medley the symphony of your lauds

I will not welcome your arrival
With a standing ovation
Neither will I genuflect to extol your virtues

Do not forget the irony
Of your ideal ruling
Exposing shivering in gnashing of teeth

Neither should you forget,
Lighting your home and darkening our hut
Nor blood flooding pogrom

Do not amplify your potency of coming to mend
Turn off your mic
We well saturate with your salving sarcasm