Riddle Of Certain Policies Poem by Muideen Lanre Dauda

The riddles of certain policies

Policies were once, like the sweetness of fruit,
Which were all filled with flavour…
But now these policies seem like a sailor,
Who throws overboard the content of his gut.

Please tell me, people:
What is that clever remark
Which is transmitted around the world?
Who knows it? No one knows it?
Oh, but it’s a tremendous lie.
It tries to manipulate the coming of a false Messiah.

What is the thing, which falls into the deceivers’ laps?
Well, everyone knows it.
It's a sack of seeds offered by dishonest farm owners,
To grow their own personal farms.

Have you heard how do-re-mi-fa-sol-la-si solfege sounds?
It is beyond words. It is like a monkey,
Which forces another monkey to climb up a palm tree.

Ah! No one knows it, but soon all will know it,
When the foolish man becomes a wise one, in front of the old man.
Then a yam-flower seller would regret the under allocation of air.
For the perpetrators will regret their sticky fingers
When people’s wrath strikes with anger,
Like a thunderbolt strikes against a tough one, by breaking his bowels.