Paradise Of Bedlams Poem by Tosin Abegunde

The worst friends we thought
Becomes best foes we fought
Forgetting the stamp scars not

Came, in a boat, as an adviser
Kills our pride to keep another
Whitens collar jobs like ebola

Agbada becomes forbidden
Corporate on indigens trodden
Just as a land termed forsaken

The lots, like of golgotha
Like those feats in manchester
Cups the wise as doom shelter

Their pranks enjoy attention
Some planted on association
The others root assimilation

Where in, greatly respected
Crucially by few, refuted
Cunningly to many, invested

Then, colour breeds structure
And disparage chases culture
No space again in the future

Oracle went on strike in forest
Dieties travel for a sound rest
Like aves cuddled in their nest

In the black world, land seized
In lexical world, brain reached
To the nationalist, stripped

Know all our love and tears
Yet chain us for donkey years
Scornfully reared with cheers

Father, terrible, earth become
The elect with world to crome
When will thy kingdom come