Makers or Breakers?

Their constituents snooze not with peace
And they don't even care
Their meeting field turn a ring
Where blows are traded like in market place
They've trained their hands to fight
Even on matter that needs sense, and not might

The house called house of decision
Has been metamorphosed to that of COMMOTION

Those who men look unto as makers
Are nothing but mere law breakers

The very people we called Leaders
Are nothing but poisonous Adders

They cherish lies at the expense of truth
Anyway, they are all clueless crews

Men whose appetite is not to lead
But drunk with passion to brim their protrude bellies

We can't call them leaders
They are nothing but mere riders

Men whose boss is appetite;
Blur their vision like cataract

Gang of professional thieves
Robe like honorable chiefs

If this city has any problem, they are
If this city is way far behind her sisters, it's their fault.
If this city vehicle is on the reverse mode, they are
They are, if things are getting worse

However, if things will ever change it's in our hands.

Till we meet again I am Odunayo Samuel AKERELE.

Remember keep being true and keep being good

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