Mosquito Being Poem by OMOYAJOWO OLAOLUWA

Who are the wicked? Jealousy, anger and strife? No
Promising and bribing you; dirty hands,
Promising us a better future!
He needs my finger and yours alone.

A century of recklessness, unloving lover
Bent to do evil! Give him a thumb; a tomb!
Killing without mercy!
Not with knives... by stealing the lives

They are the wickedness among us!
They eat and sell the needy: stealing more than enough
Not with mercy...
Our heroes fallen at war: They fashioned death traps...
Just for governance!

They steal in bags... they Robb us daily.
What makes them different?
Legal robbery/immunity
Senaterrors, house of robbers!
Polithiefians! ! !

Why do they think they are of better shoes?
Making my people hungry...
Help help help
Giant monsters...
Mosquito.

Livings berrying livings...
Berrying the unborn.