I love this poem. It is not mine though, it belongs to a good friend who will be joining the community soon enough. Enjoy...
The yam to all of us belongs
Are eaten and shared by greedy few
The deprived but docile say in hunger
Leave am for God, leave am for God
Fortunate is the leader whose followers cannot think
We vote for the want of light
All we see is the wrath of lies
We vote for things be done aright
Not this vexatious, demeaning cup of rice
Again the one that suffer the most
Shout in rags that All is Well
Fortunate is the leader whose followers cannot think
The fear to speak
Is the beginning of cataclysm
Docility, stupidity and gentility
Are not the same
The first two are what you show
Since against these rogue in leaders robe
you fail to speak
Fortunate is the leader whose followers cannot think.
© Yahaya A.O Ekunnusi, Esq
