Josh Berry World

Politics is a filthy game. Yes, you said that because you have a dirty aim. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

There they sat. Thin, medium and fat. Chewing a lot of facts, Striving to make impacts. Yet, they fight for self-star, Sitting at the edge of disaster. There they sat, Sharpened tongue and drilled acts. Eagle's eyes and lion's wit, Crocodile's tear did they fit. They tend to be wise panther, But know not; At the edge of disaster. There they sat, White robe, polished cars. Magnificent abode with luxury. Preaching sadness in joy's form in hurry. They are harmless adder, Sitting at the edge of disaster. Continue with thy step, One more! ; you're kept. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Let out bomb-like cry like a pinned dragon, Opened it virgin mouth like a thirsty buffon, Crumbled among oppositions and social dragon In a ruffled struggle for wealth and honour. It let out witch-like cry during it conquest for power, It craved and mingled with 'Paul' and 'Silas', Ran into the fame but out like a soil tiler, With nothing to write home of, Not even with a 'Papyrus'. It sailed all days through oceans of troubles, He ran through miles like banished turtles, Just in search of health and wealth clues. But in return it got a bunch of dead glues. When will the smoke cease, when will fire faint...? When will the bottle see itself, and ease it pain...? Kindle no more fire, smoke not again. Let Joy, Fortune and Happiness be reward for the game. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua