Government

Oligarchy
we were brothers from the same pot
we nursed each other’s wounds
when we won, we did together
until the sun took the shape of our lives

Federation
mother’s children ate the forbidden fruits
today it was Awo’s only grandchild
tomorrow Umu-obiligo becomes a bitter soup
there’s a northern pyramid with southern oil.

Totalitarian
ah! Grandpa’s friends will not leave the stool
and they removed the alarm clock’s battery.
Wait! If the ground is really hungry
why does it eat of the seedlings to grow?

Ruddapoet

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