Half-empties high on the Big lie
High-falutin' falsettos loaded aloft
Twixt the seasons of the rallies.
Falsity rears falsity, draws hapless addicts.
Like moths and gadflies to lampposts
Like a dead river flowing to the sea
They, the fallen leaves brown to stay
Hibernating-mammals, the wretch waylaid.
The kinsmen, breathless, have staid.
They who have gone ahead
After the cycling springs' bloom
The winters' chill and summers zoom.
Democracy stirred awhile to caution heed.
Our troubled minds see power and greed.
Double-faced in the throes of nightmares
They reveal wily fingers on their triggers.
Find footsteps of old dispensations.
Awaken broken fossils of dead dreams.
Resurrect oracles to cure the Big Lies.
Some will stay captive till the road's end.
Adapted from: End of the Road
Written by: Dr. Mawuli Adzei
Ghanaian Author and Cross genres Poet
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