Children On The Sun Poem by Sulemana Adam

A free country poor?
Diamonds, ivory endless fertile door?
Glitters sealed in corroded cover nets
That fall to keep a keen covenants
Greedy molars
Drinking to keep the spy
Pompous lingering wasting sry

Mother of my mother had hoped
Stories still, look ornament we loped
In hasty cups the kings keep scoop
Look at children selling
With empty belly burning
Children on the sun
Square up with the gun
Brained minds in rooted punry
Vapouring acumen in the lost family
A pity

Myopic visionaries and a deers leg
While politicians sing
Hallelujah voices of plastic bridges
The mass fast on empty fridges
Folly electricians and its danger
Fangs tearing in a beast-like hunger
It's a pity
A free country she's rich but
Gangrene penniless educated lint
Lamed people friends of leach