Veto Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

from a glorious look
my heart daze at your presence,
to celebrate the hate love that is cook.
how dare you gaze at me as a place less of grace.
that despite its fertility is less than a desert.
this our men daily cart our resources for their gain,
and every four years their works are made manifest to bless our glutton,
for which our thumb are to be the cost.
why and how should this be the usual trend?
non of this could the answer be find,
when their wards are out with no brain to ease our heart.
oh dear divine let the bones of those that afflict us be crush,
except their focus be changed to take your land out of slavery.
©olorode olorunleke