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Sayo Aluko

Twenty fifteen,

How thou hath deposed supposed men into delinquent teens;

For you, a honest purpose has been swapped for a bloody crave,

For you, democracy can't even hope for a close shave.

Twenty fifteen, a destination, a place,

For your sake, a frenzied rat race;

For you, broken is the mace,

One wonders, wither diplomatic grace?

Twenty fifteen, thou art like a sin city,

that hateth simplicity;

Mammoth is thy negative energy and factional electricity,

Powering the egos of thy eclectic city

For you, a syndicate of sycophants,

Of true lies, they weave a symphony;

For you, a phalanx of charlatans,

Of half-truths, they shout-out a cacophony

For you, forgotten is leadership,

Rudder-less is our ship,

True governance, gone so cheap,

We, like lost sheep

Through the mirror of the many attrition of now,

Thou seem laden with imminent chaos;

Blood-shed, Bigotry, Blindness, Belligerence, Brawls,

Fear, Foes, Faults, Fiend, Fouls

 Name of an unsavoury blame game,

Fame for an unbecoming lame Dame;

Your creed, "to hell with shame!",

Twenty fifteen, Banality, all the same

Twenty fifteen, whether twenty or fifteen,

Will soon be seen;

Twenty fifteen,

Clamour for things unseen.