In the to & fro of the poor
Lies devastation a hope so sour
A fear of tomorrow an uncertainty 2d core
To be or not to be- minds unsure.

Poverty striking skins barely clinging to bones
Skeletal figures; about, hunger prone
Yet some in abundance, are seated upon thrones
Unperturbed as d poor dies, & are buried amongst stones.

4years, 8years; & on it goes
Promises are made people reap where they didn’t sow
On ‘agbada’ & shiny cars de roll
o judgement day, bring wit thou thine scroll.

submission by Shane D.


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