Light Dark-Nest Poem by Oluwakunle Adeyemo

Poverty they say is wretched

Living life like the wasted

Using the heart of men rented

An apartment retained



The house is blue,

Our home is black,

Darkness fills the yard...

With sorrow grown wild



How do we survive

This great position

Of wealth and penury

Without zilch and nothing?



This alone griefs those

Living with the sand of time

To tell the times ahead

And from the past within.