Anytime, I peer at the wind
fondling the nudity of the Sahara.
I see bombs, dynamites, Shrapnel,
being defecated on the the walkway to peace.
Propagandas being etched
on the nucleus of politics.
Termites of corruption
feasting on the root of development.
Anytime, I listen to whispers
blaring forth from the larynx of posterity.
I hear dirges eulogizing the corpse of policies.
Committees now undertakers.
Sirens of ambulances mourning
another avoidable accident.
Pharaohs’ making roll calls,
drinking from the gourd of absolutism.
I hear pangs of yesteryear
mourning the aimlessness of our present.