Prose

Eselema

If it’s true

That politicians are honest
Then let’s keep quiet
And eavesdrops on plans to loot

If it’s true
That we observe too much,
Let’s shut our eyes to cruelty
And see inner nastiness
For shadow of death to get darker

If it’s true
That we strive hardest for our rights
Then let’s axe up our legs
And stay indoors
Perhaps they will be prelatic

If it’s true
That we hear to much
Let’s all go deaf
And listen to bedroom voice of robbers
And play songs of ruins
Music that defies our right for good
Huge perfidy dances ‘Odu Songs’.

(C) April, 2017

Umar Osabor

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