The reign of folly
By Clement Odia
THEY feign illness, clutch chests tight
Law’s sharp claws grip, arrest in sight
Eyes dart, shift like snakes in grass
Concocting alibis, fabricating pass
Some shuffle to court, canes in hand
Feigning failty, a pitiful stand
Trembling voices, quivering whine
Crocodile tears shine, mercy devised.
Corruption’s stench wafts, noxious fume
Spitting on our intelligence, assuming
We’er blind, deaf, compromised
But we see, hear, and won’t be fooled
How long will folly reign?
When will mockery ceace?
We can’t endure this charade!
Laws must bite, pierce deceit
Thieving men slump in courts
Feigning illness, retching forth
Drama well-rehearsed, but we’er not fooled
Let law bite, and bring them to atone.
Yahaya Bello in clutches as he battles the law
