Conceited frog seating in a puddle
Batting the eyes for the next meal
Obese from looting winded from extortion
Hungry as the grave shielded as the porcupine
Quills of fire puncturing our communal dreams
Accosted for pillaging our barns indignant at the mention of your name
Determined to burn down the farm dog in a manger master of vice
Retailing a crowd for a few pieces of silver selling their souls for a piece of cake
Troubling the clan and inheriting the wild wind trading our inheritance for pieces of silver
Is the throne your private estate?
Is our river your bathtub?
Are you bigger than skies with room for diverse birds?
Are you bigger than the ocean obliging all comers?
Handshake beyond the elbow
Harmattan dust in the desert
Hurricane in the night
Harbinger of trouble
Merchant of votes
Words have gone out
The tide is changed
Tsunami of retribution arrives your doorstep
