They will be all in smiles after long seasons of frown.
They will shake your toiling hands that they disdain for long.
They will shade off the garb of arrogance and forge humility in order to reconquer.
They will embrace the hoi polloi in his sweaty attires.
The tribesmen are here again;
They will be in the crannies they viewed from their castles.
They will dine with the leper,the vagrant they left to toil.
They will go down to the depth they long abandoned to filth.
They will again dance in the streets after years of cocktails in the ballroom.
They will drink from the pond to win you again.
The tribesmen are here again;
They will come with a caravan of new promises to meet the old ones unfulfilled.
They will come with flowers and fragrances after to make up for the whips and poisons.
They will come with tongues of sweet to cover up that of acerbity.
The tribesmen are here again;
They will come with lots of muds for you to help them throw at their foes.
They will come with pieces of stones to help them pelt their foes.
They will come with swords for you to behead yourselves.
They will come with Spears,with arrows for you to aim at your brethren.
The tribesmen are here again;
To make you believe the incredible.
To make your plight their slides.
To make make your dreams their streams.
To make your nightmares their warehouse.
To swim in the oceans of your tears.
To fly with the wings of your fears.
To climb with the ladder of your hopes.
The tribesmen are here again;
To bring you crumbs for the assent of your thumb.
To open old wounds if that will be of their use.
To heal old wounds if that will be of their use.
To use your faith if that will boost their wealth.
The tribesmen are here again;
To attend the funerals of a commoner they never did for long.
To be at your mosques,churches and temples to dust off their faith.
To shed the tears of a crocodile in the name of your woes.
The tribesmen are here again;
To lift you out of your woes with a magical carpet of their deceit.
To take you to the next height, over the clouds of illusion in a voyage of a mirage.
The tribesmen are here again;
They come in season to disappear for seasons.
By - Shehu Sani
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