Knock Knock Poem by Vincent Onyeche

​​Hey, I'm fed up,
Knock knock, I'm fed up
.... Hey I said I'm fed up.

What is it with all the cold heat
A man can't drink nor eat
Yet poverty is not divinely craft
Flesh to bone, fresh dryth
Ten's of thousands are a daily hit
Suddenly, dust they become six feet
Who made the banks, who made the mint
No money, no money, my nation cry, yet...
The bills is manmade and man can't afford it!
Knock knock, I'm fed up
Hey I'm fed up
...Hey, I said I'm fed up.
When envy and hatred becometh
The purpose of which to save earth
An impeach sermon, so we forgot it
Good or bad, my friend, make wealth!
To all length then love becomes bad health
Pain is around and tied as a gold belt
I don't know if you feel or have ever felt
I have this feeling a body is beyond for a rent
Head is swollen for I am allergic to false pretense.
Hey I'm fed up
Knock knock, I said I'm fed you....
... Hey I'm fed up.