Re-Lie

Shower me not with Such sweet sour emptiness From your wagging tongue of lies For this earth beneath my foot Could be a sinking land for loot. Like you did told our fathers To drop their brains back home And walk upon your shores empty headed For you to replace their hollow heads with yours. Your pot of lies never ceases to boil Like when they sat around that round table And you dished to them meals of deceit While their bulging bellies replaced their heads. I can see why we the children Like Almajiris still run to you for grains. If I shake my head Like I was paying heed While you try to beautify The essence of being a tenant in my own house And your firework makes a mockery of the fire-fly We shall soon see which of them outlives the other. We have always relied on you Like we have always relied on our legs To be as swift as that of the fastest antelope We even murdered our own On an ideology over blown. Now you are back With the storm in your hands And fire in your mouth To enshrine or to consume Of what we have left of our toil This time we didn’t go to you But you have decided to come to us With Larger or is it Lagarde in your hand Possibly to get us foolishly drunk For this time we won’t accept a re-lie.