The Best Liar Wins
When we search for truth
To end our troy with a mending truce
Many will come
From winds of directions
To translate our fears
While pacifiers display feign happiness
So shall cajoling tongues clash
In some ironic debate
It's that time of the year
When words are the fervent tools
Employed in crammed crusades
Sweat,skin and blood all to persuade
And more,some gold; harlot for the ballot
How then shall you win me.
Copyright © Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi | Year Posted 2018
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