Posturing Poem by Imo Peter

If you again plan of sense-tricking
with vocabularies
And enticing with stolen wealth
to skyrocket your ego
Hesitate we'll, watch you, brainwash
our reasoning
We'll not queue for you
Never again shall our conscience
be monetized
And future merchandized
You must go with your Ghana must go

We obliterate none of the memories
of your bygone doings;
Of seasonal pool and fancy fanfare
That wooed our cooing to toe your line
In haste to mend lingering doldrums
But evidence from you
An awful encounter of our living experience
At the poll, we shall remind you
about the chronicles of your verbs

Come rain, come sun,
we'll stick to our hearts
Do not cajole us again
with coated and encoded crams of grammars
As on species with blotted memories
We well fathom your usual tricks to prick
Luring our sailing to damnation