SATIRE: OGA AT THE TOP
They were here last week,
sheltered their butchered silence underneath their sleeve,
they would roll their flowing agbada like the French omelette,
from afar, we could hear them mumbling of their fantasy future.
They were here last week,
forgetting that, the night can be so sad to bring stars.
Day can be grumpy to give the lonely sun it's utterances.....
we would listened to their parodies with our paradoxical soul.
They were here last week.
"Officer"........ Welcome......
How is oga at the top?
Their consuming laughter would spread like lines with lies.........
Oga is fine they whispered,
when they knew we are unschooled in Oga's chameleon talent.
Spray money in the dawn,
Slay bullets in the dusk.
They were here last week.
Greased our hands and fed our minds,
telling us to hold firm our brooms and despise our umbrellas.
Our unwary hearts was wounded with hollow promises.
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