The Vulture
THE VULTURE
Scavenging wretch!
With a long neck
And a stinking breath
Feeding on carcasses of the dead
Bald headed crook with eyes that are red
Eating the putrefied worms of the barren Islands
He roams through the plains of the rich brown highlands
Glides beyond the horizon
When the waves start rising
Like a rocket he flees
Above the deep blue seas
No comfort for him in Antarctica or Australia
Never falls sick or susceptible to malaria
And flies through the sky
In search of a feast when nature do call
Thief of the thieves
Who never plays ball
Greedy funny fellow
Thin and tall
Never gives only gets
Never forgives and never forgets
Only cheats
Cannot be cheated
Never stands when he is seated
Deception is your perception of life
Traitor!
Stabs Caesar in back with a knife
Hypocrites that serve only time and riches
And will slip and fall in hell like ditches
Lurks behind the corridors of power
Insincere and avarious
Economic adventurer who plans by the hour
Money, money, money
He can never get enough
Cowardly fellow who always acts tough
He never attacks the healthy and robust
But will kill the sick
And eat his intestines with his big red beak
Copyright © Olusegun Akanbi | Year Posted 2011
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