Remembrance Of Centenarian Of Catastrophe Poem by Ajala Samuel Akindele

In the beginning the farmers
Can go to farm for shelter
But now the hunter
Cannot go to forest to hunt.

Why do we have to celebrate?
Our years of insurgent
Discomfortation of life.
All year round before celebration;
The beginning was good
But the end was bad,
Pathetically waging war
Against brotherhood.

Attached to celebration;
Brutal loss of souls like animals
By unidentify but identify men
of sorrow.
Joblessness of souls like water scarcity
Experience by fewer plenty souls.
Insecurity we sleep in and woke up,
Life is no more secure.
Blackout challenges has diffuse
Into our etiquette of the day.
Bad governance never step aside,
We are culture with it.
Corruption is our name,
It has hitten deeply into our bone.
Poverty has paint the town reddish drastically.

Atlast, presently and concurrently;
The CBN are suspended and untrustworthy!
The Educational sector are destitute
and on strike.
The Health Sector is not stable at all,
Souls are not recovered again.
Nevertheless, the worstest is perversion
of Justice.
Why do we feel superior?
We segregate,
We discriminate
We oppress and
We isolate.

Nevertheless, whom can we cofine
Into, what can we trace as good?
Why are we recording our years
Of catastrophe abettingly.
So you see, we don’t deserve
To celebrate these centenarian year.