NA MAI OWN?

A running tap

Needy of recognition;

Running incessantly,

When no one pursues;

Calling for the hunter’s hand

To close her junta’s trap

Ev’ryone’s aware

Though all beware-

Saying the rhetoric, ‘na my own?’

A pot hole

Greedy for attention;

Just a morsel of tar,

Can quench hunger’s pang

Passers-by snubbing

Wrecking more havoc

Adding common-salt to sore

Brooding the spirit of “Iku”

With the usual, ‘na our own?’

A homeless child

Languishing in cold;

Dying in the Kuramo

Beach of bitches,

His safe haven;

Sobbing softly- heart failing

‘Gainst terror of “gbomo-gbomo”

‘Na who go helep am?’

'Leave am jo, na your own?’

A hopeless generation

Recouping rabid revolution

Today and tomorrow-

Same old stories

Of dejection; frustration

No plausible solution

Leaders pretending,

ignoring;

singing the sour song

of the usual

“Wetin concern us, ‘na our own’?”

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