How fallen art thou
From great heights to low rubbles
Disjointed in your house
But promising a unified future

Your umbrellas are broken
Unable to cover your loots
The rain of change has washed your canvas
The broom of action has swept your feet

Insurgents and corrupt laden
Your past speak of the future
Fully sketched of incompetence
The wolves are now sheep

Neglected sugar in preference to salt
Tasting bitter to lips of followers
Running with the broom of action
Leaving to another, the difference unknown.

©Eazykiel