The Unwelcome Visitor Poem by Clay Wisdom Okosun

Becomes what a man, exiled for abomination
Becomes what a crown, dethroned for execution
Humans are as waters, going round but connecting
In places
Becomes what of these two n others alike
When they meet eye to eye, face to face
Will it be dislike

Is society a pleasant place for all
What separates the short from tall
Is it like what did summer from fall
Why does the sun gives the moon
A chance to shine at night
And all children told tales by moonlight

Like wisdom, do you call at the market place
And knock on doors
Do you get bothered, is race a bore
This visitor, gracefully you enters
And desructively you leaves

What made that kid not in school
There is, a better way to be schooled?
The brightest are often the best
You left at home
And slowly in them, prejudice you make
Your home