Photo credit: Lang Elliott
Is it not a wonder,
Raining without thunder?
Vultures are gathered,
Season of the reaper!
Frogs aren’t croaking,
Lions not roaring!
Frogs are rather weeping,
With lions crying!
Due to rat-a-tat-tat!
Of the extra large
Envelope of cowry,
We took as bribery!
What we’d sown
Had become grown,
To an Ajantala,
We hardly matter!
Ah- a colonel!
Then- a dan sanda!
They were wasted,
As we grunted!
We just are statistics,
Not better than matchsticks!
Votes we wasted,
Favouring the unlearned!
@ as 072619
