By
Noel Ihebuzor
The voice of the politician
is the same color
as that of the chameleon,
a voice the color of which
blends with wherever and every where
binds the unwary
blinds truths
his voice, his color and the likes of him
are the same as those of the environment
always changing, never constant, flowing like a river
slippery, his rolling tongue seeks to seduce,
confuse, deceive and ensnare,
The leopard free rides the plains
in zebra stripes
the hawk sings in the soft voice
of the dove, predation perfecting
preying on innocence and trust
The stench of his urine
stains the perfumed air of innocence
the stink of his empty words
mirrors the rot within
reflects the same emptiness
that fills his soul and being
the hollow nothingness of his person
