Mad Man Chasing Shadow Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Was I not born like a little child?
And cared for me to grow in grace.
Getting into the place of ink as a lad
My spirit was engulfed in madness.
Malpractices and other illicit actions have been my worth.
Being pushed into the higher place of learning yet this have been my lot.
Fraternity is a place of honour in clothes of ego I wear.
Not that could do but was looted in the realm of hypocrisy.
That not a life has more worth to take in my wear.
What a glorious sense of madness is my policy?
In the growth of my age I lodge into politics not knowing that is the beginning of second grade madness.
In deceit have posed my people to represent.
Here there running of less pay or more to lay in waste.
While in me was to be the modern oyenusi to lunch my weapon AJAGUNGBALE.
Not minding lives that are lost to death.
The joy of sweat a mansion built or Ferrari bought that last in six feet.
Less I forget a cry that wail in me of my long term malice.
Those I have sent to their early grave in backbiting.
Not minding the locust finish me in sitting.
Death where is your worth, oh grave where is your power?
This we do say when we are catch up in our tower.
But great is its work in us that make all mrnigadica.
Can we still recall this while nailing so called enemy on the cross.
This is not me but you haman that make the cross.
Not knowing that you are just a mad man chasing shadow.
From the soil you're made and in it you will go but live a purity life as snow.