By Noel A. Ihebuzor
Simmering rancour lumbers, raging
opposition mutates to 0-positions,
zero sum games, zeroing and leading
to blame game, verbal joust sodden with vitriol
ugly and promising to balloon to violence
spiralling envy enlarges greenish, swelling,
smelling fevered phlegm
stirs red hate, hot pepper in café latte,
the yellowish-red eye, blood shot,
poisoned, clouding sight,
vision blurred and blinkered
linked to clogged blocked ears
occluding the voice of moderation
ambition binds minds,
asphyxiating the voice of reason that wails
strapping and shackling it
in dark airless dungeons,
the empire of fulminant rage,
where barbed tongues uncoil
splattering venom,
drumming discord deceitful
as envy limbers, driving transient pursuits
smear paints, tar taints, stirs, tears and sears
the other, in forms grotesque,
deforming and defaming
galloping ambitious feet fixed
on a chosen route to attain gain and fame,
ultimate twin goals
and the people, poor souls sandwiched
matter between hammer and anvil
hapless, malleable
caught in hurting, heating up and hitting dispute
and cut to pieces as peace shatters
in the hard, hurtful hands of haters and hatters
**** written after following very ugly exchanges on Twitter on the 14/15 July during and after a guber election. How badly the strident voices of a belligerent few pollute the political space.
Reflections 