Politics — Emma Ohanele

The great old game of politics
That makes nonsense of mathemat-
ics
I do hope we are ripe for you
Or else again, at you we’ll boo.
You divide a home that’s one
And set a father against his son
In fact you permeate religion.

You’re meant to be a game that’s
clean
But not to swell the purse that’s lean
And make moneybags overnight
That deprive poor ones of their right.
Religion, you should try to shun
T’ avoid the wanton use of gun
Avoid supremacy of race
Our leader then would be an ace.

You should be used as means of
growth
That forward ever, rows our boat
And ‘militics’ – a thing of past
Stability will come to last.

Your players should have nothing
to hide
And so’morals should be their guide
They’re not to boast because they
won
Or else, we’re back to square of one.