…So Noah built the ark
A haven from impending doom
Trooping in, in numbers, in pairs
Sheep and wolves alike
Succor from the scourge we all sought
Bliss reigned and peace rained
But for a while
Time ticked, tide turned
Stern usurpers emerged
The dogs now bark out orders
In the name of patriotism
The goats, they are tyrannical lots
They steal from the nation’s soup pot
While famish stabs us to endless death
We are the sheep; we follow blindly
We follow in diplomatic unreason
The ravenous wolves feast on us unabated
Aided by their kind in our clothing
They strive to annihilate our race
O maker of this ark, where are you?
Hearken to our distress call
Does your wrath wreak fiercer wages?
Dethrone these drunken goats, O God!
Silence the noisome barks of these dogs
Yes! Utterly smite the dastardly wolves
And let only ‘we’ occupy till your kingdom come
Are the meek not blessed?
Adebayo D’reedem’d Smartfingers. 2012