I Whizz by bullets cabals butt heads, steal our ballots, at the polling boots, with so much hoots. II Mizzle into pleasures, helms drift away, devour our treasures, by the chilling measures, with so much loots. III Buzz of drunks, cartels of corrupt, drain out trunks, on the trumps, with so much troops. IV Puzzle out riddles, rulers as dribbles, set our bridles, by the cripples, with so much crooks. V Fizzle out threads, as crooked heads, daze our hearts, on the eking hands, with so much roofs. VI Tussle with jackals, baboons in masks, prey our eagles, on a platter , with so much stoops. VII frazzle the poor, hyenas they are, not the door, fumble in stumble, with so much droops. Ben Ezeohagwu won the Onigraffiks Prize for literature (2017).  He...