By
Noel Ihebuzor
saber rattlers have seized the foreground
on a tattered,tiring and tired floor
jokers and jesters,
hustlers and jostlers
with ill defined mandates
pretend to speak for constituents
with fuzzy boundaries,
(some drawn for tongues,
others contrived assemblages,
specious oddities in space),
in this madding maddening crowd,
in the sullying crudity,
sense and decency cease
reason is treason
dialogue is drowned
by the chorused curses
of angst possessed demagogues
and all, all, are sucked
onto a withering lane
towards a vortex of violence
Reflections 