Wazobian Woes
In Agbada's flowing folds
—a masquerade of pride,
A dance of deception, where skills are hard to hide.
Like play, like play, Wazobia's woes unfold
—a tale of woes, where darkness takes its toll.
Bad governance
—a hydra-headed beast,
Feasting on hope, leaving only despair to feast.
Youthful dreams like embers, flicker and fade,
As leaders weave a web of deceit
—a tapestry of shade.
Their hearts
—a labyrinth of greed and guile,
Where right and wrong are mere pawns in a wicked smile.
They know the right, but wrong is their heart's desire,
A Faustian bargain, where souls are set on fire.
But what of those left behind, in this bleak land?
Will their good life come, or forever lost in the sand?
Only time will tell, as the earth rotates in pain.
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