Two Drunkards

They sat holding bottles In their hands And armpits Pouring mouthful Of liquor to fill Their hollow stomachs. They gazed at each other As cat and mouse And spoke a lot of Inglish with slain syntax To devirginate Their motherland. The two drunkards! Spoke of a nation's illusions And the wilted state of A nation's elites Raping the cultural norm Who raped the temple? They said something About Lubowa hospital And praised the Bus Kingdom For Grazing well the Gen z's Digging the tax hole Who murmured a secured Future. They gazed at each other As hare and hyena And shakily gasped for breath Of the holy bribe paid For their nocturnal duties Poverty pasted on muzzled faces. Oh, the two drunkards! Finally hit the climax And roared at each other of An accusation of not belonging Reached for each other's neck To strangle a refugee within. © Ankwasa Harlord