Decriers Poem by Haruna Garba

Here in this crazy dance
They catch me setting a foot right
More often than not, a foot wrong
And that is what each does
One moment a foot wrong or right
Is what they do, my gags on the floor
And so are my critics eyeing from the sides
But a perfect dancer, nobody is

Here in this assistant garage work
They catch me thread-ruining screws
And often than not, fixing it verbatim
And that is what each does
A moment a nice job, quite often, a foul up
Is what they all do, my censors with tools
And so are my critics shoving in their wreck
But a flawless mechanic nobody is

Here sailing in this free atmosphere
I am often caught shop-soiled
Often than not, caught, rain-washed
The same harmattan soils them one instant
Same rain cleanses my knockers, blind
And seamlessly spruce, nobody is