The writing is on the wall
The drawing so bright
The imminent so clear
For a battle is afoot
The troops close in
As vultures gather
Ready for the kill
Their orders unmistakable
The target so calm
Usurping is the name
The way out too sordid
The consequences grave
For bowing to Baal, HE will not
And Baal will not be stopped
He shall not stop
He will push
He will fight
For the Kingdom is his
And forever remain
Interference he will not brook
A quarter he will not give
For the Kingdom is his
His understanding differs
Democracy his foot
Autocracy his aim
And that will be his bane
He takes credit
For the success of others
Retribution his game
He forgets so soon
The work of others
The young, the bold, the eloquent
The determined
The dedicated
The key to their recent success
Whilst the old guns slept
These men walked
The moderates, those who draw the undecided
For they should largely get credit
They brought a new slate to the dark page
That which did not exist
But they came with HIM
This, Baal will ignore
For he does not see
His vision tunneled by hate
Channeled by his thirst for dominion
Will they acquiesce?
Will a puppet emerge?
For this road will their achievements end
For this the voters will not take
For peace the people prefer
And will quickly return the elephants, whilst the umbrella goes to provide shade in the forest
Silently waiting, putting their house in order
For the bush cannot contain them
Will not contain them
The elephants too organized
With no clear superior
Consensus building their rule
Mutual respect their key
For therein lies their strength
They may flounder
But surely they will get there
Kwame Mepeasem
