OBSERVER

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In my usual slumbering corner,
My chin rested on my palms sober,
Eyes half opened but shaper!
Passers-by thought am a sleeper,
But am turning them around in my medula oblongata!

And these are my observations,
Many view me a nitwit during my estimation,
Few folks are living well,majority in poverty denudation,
Thier lives line are getting washed by looting erosion!

Husbands taking their wiver to concubiner house,oh poverty!
Sons killing their fathers for properties !,
The country is dry and no charity,
The poor wail and cry,
But the roof tops stop their roars from been mighty!

The street are covered with beggers,
The country,an abode of kidnappers!
Poverty has turned good citizen into criminals,
Folks laboured and walked like drunkards,
They work hard but earning is difficult of which am sorrier!

Who will i tell what am seeing?
When i know telling may draw killing?
As a wise Nigerian lock these up in my mind,boiling,
Adjusting my seat for more slumbering,
A begger's bowl receive salivas,he is cursing,
Who has enough to give away when economy is frowning?

Reviews

[Milliciant]

This makes me sad. To read it makes me a little unhappy.

[A.Samson]

Sad,is one of the driven forces that made me write it.But,my next work will lift the cloud.