Ages By And Hence Poem by olajide coker

Ages by, heads care for each
Alas! , things have gone the other way.
We muster our rights in pain
All in return is sordid gain.

The wail of tongues ruin our day
But they feel no itch.
Materials are smuggled into their much,
All done is sit, see, and shout hey!
What else to ease our slay
That these seem not norms to our heirs.
Let our mandate off this bench
That heirs can see through the nature of ours.

Put it right, next march.
Ages hence thus our mandate is for candid gain.