By Chris Odongo.
The drums of war are beating
A war is coming; but there will be no blood shed except the blood of entrepreneurs The silly season is dawning and clouding our world in a grey sky And you may think that when I use the word silly, I’m being petty. No I’m not being petty The entrepreneurs are watching in dread The businessmen are gathering their goods; preparing for the silly season Some to ride the gravy train and collect the party cash Some to ride out the campaign season; [nkt] to no reason The investors are folding their fists in anxiety Postponing progress like the empty promise of a passing cloud The season will pass, and a new dawn will rise Bringing with it the promise of the brook
The winners will be seen
The losers will be rescued