Akungba Igbeyin Poem by Tosin Abegunde

Akungba Igbeyin

Helter skelter the giants run
Tending to get a foetus born
The midwives show no care
Pressed then i with a million minor scare
What a tragedy i recount
Blaring constantly on account
Showing a routine miscariage
Lactating unto a serial rage

The streets clear, the house fill
Home skipped the men on hill
Noise gathers as people shout
Handling cases like a tout
Scrambling about for a piece
Which will breed quick peace
Only the wise can understand
The cards played on sand

So real a tale: the rich also cry
Yet seen world above so high
So clothes cover nudity of all
Encrypting a memory on wall
Surely, saint sun sing songs
Crafted carefully cum clogs
Only with intents to deceive
While his claims he receive

The scenario is universal
But ignorant to non-reversal
To some pessimists, a tragedy
To few optimists a comedy
The hegenomy of great reality
Which builds firm of maturity
Where noise o' silence deafens
And picture o' future threatens