Deus Ex Machina

President Olusegun Obasanjo- Atiku Abubakar Promises of pardoned traitors Reek like ancient regrets. Exhibitions, Steeped in rapacity. Inured to light, they Dominate blindly Evoking the same air of oppression Noteworthy of the days of yore. Traitors in transit, trampling as they go. Over us, they bellow. Lording it, they rule Under the guise of foreign dogmas, Silence all demanding. Egocentric beasts with rotund bellies Gloats with our reserves. Unaffected by the groaning of a people Nestled in penury. Our Overseers, Behemoths, disguised, Assiduously make us the Shame of the whole world while At perfect ease with themselves. Neglecting the many sufferers about, they Jostle for private vaults in Zurich as Our poverty became their riches. And the bespectacled gargoyle Trenched in the prison called Rock. Impervious to all wisdom, Kept an unholy vigil as Undertakers beckoned suddenly. Archetypical simpletons, they Bask in gaudy wealth Untouched by the miseries surrounding them Building high walls to keep prying eyes away. Atop Hills, perched like Vultures, Kleptocrat searching for new honour. Aglow in oily garbs, they Regale themselves, as the world looks on in amazement!