Youths Out Of Use

So thoughtful of you

To drop bombs on youths

Anyways, they over stayed their use

But let's say you chose dialogue

Tried to make things right through talk

We may have no war

On our hands no sea of blood.

Akpan

Tapes

For Assad. Tyrant of Syria.

As sad

As bad

As mad

There are tapes to prove that

You looked sad

When they put you on TV

You looked mad

When they pulled out your CV

You did not take your oat

Before you took that oath

Or you would not turn your office

Into a blood-letting orifice.

You responded to calls for interviews

But would not share your people’s views

You won’t sit down to talk it out

But made up time to run your mouth

You sent your phoenix

Burned the masses to ashes

Turned on your gimmicks

And blew up their asses

            “It wasn’t me.”

So you said.

            “It was him!”

So we heard.

“He’s respected military.

They fuck all night in malefactory!”

So you turned him loose

A mass murderer

You the asswipe fool

And a cobra, you are

As sad

As bad

As mad

There are tapes to prove that.

Akpan