Ikong Ekpo
You are the weed of life
You stir the brain to productivity
You are the source of joy for Dons
And make lazy men become duns
You motivate the Rastafarians
Taking care of our sorrows for a while
But other that take without measures long have gone wild
And brought sane men into insanity file
O great dry weed
When flavoured the community take heed
Your addicts kill and meme for your need
You separate the happy from the rich
But same message and reactions you preach to each
O powerful pollen grains
Mistaken for Late Leaves (Ikong Ekpo)
Your utility is appreciated by the living and not the dead
Which makes me wish your called a leaf of the living not dead.