WHAT I SEE

(For Linonge)

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I like that
And that's not flattery
It's the truth, the whole truth
And nothing but the truth
What I like is its symmetry
Its conception, its execution
Its final disposition
That Rome-like dome
The apostolic summit
And the papal staff.

But was there a VAT
And to boot a flat battery
I'd at once call Ruth And tell her the truth
Forget about the dysentery
What matters is the validation
But by no means, extermination
That's why when at home
I live like a hermit
And wait for the sacred staff.