Life is unfairly fair as she leaves
me with no welfare in the wellhead.
The hood is a crumbling piece filled
with muddy nested net and dumb drum -
Drum like a pitiful pit of doom.
...
The whole world rallies 'round
to celebrate my helplessly hopeless state -
Since right from the horny onset;
The sin of the State is in a shameless state;
Draw closely; and lo, my attire is 'poorverty'.
...
I swim daily in an oceanic drum
of waterless waterloo - with a 'bailic' cup.
Look! The cup the haves uselessly use
has become a useful tool in my tiny hands -
As plantain is eaten by the penniless monkey.
...
Leaders of tomorrow we 're, they say;
As day rolls after day, and year after year.
Is the future not visibly blurry,
Or the blunt mirage lies in my eyes?
If life is fair - then the savior is near.
©Akinrinade Funminiyi Isaac
(Esv_Keks)
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