It is that time once again <br />When truth becomes a virtue none of them will display <br />When societal ill would be pandered at roof tops <br />And those seeking elective office would become endearingly <br />Reborn and untainted and not be judged by what they should have but didn’t do <br /> <br />Time like no other time over again <br />When acidly tacit tongues are let loose <br />When clod of vomits are let to rain <br />And the banished and tarnished regain spirit <br />To unleash and light the fire of rancour <br /> <br />Inevitably so it must be <br />That the red lights must colour the clean water crimson <br />That victory dance would accompany touch of political dearth <br />That the cholesterol heart must breed more <br />And that the chaos and confusion must be hailed as due process <br /> <br />And by the time the deed is done <br />When the virtuous are beaten, rattled and weary <br />Their shoulder limpidly made bare in rags <br />Thinking thing cannot get worse <br />It would be time upon them to start all over once again<br /><br />segun Johnson Ozique<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/volte-face/
