To The Paid Parents Poem by Tosin Adesokan

I am a student and not a bandit
Mixing Grammar with Marxism in order to be a liberator
Mixing lectures in order to be fit
Paid parents, tell me the tales of the children persecutor
I will tell them the plans of the captor


No shelter left for the children
You shut their mouths, told them right is left
And you clothed with strength your brethren
To punish them even when they complain of theft
Paid parents, do well but don't forget the cleft


Glutton mother, she gave birth to children she couldn't cater for
She is busy advertising cake
Easy and simple, two plus two equal four
But she gives them everything made of fake
Paid mother, what you have been giving out will be yours one day to take



Weird father, caged his children and set the animals free
Giving them opium and tell them to endure
Next year is coming to see
Wired father who gives his children opium rather than cure
Paid parents start convincing and cease to lure


Unconscious children, you are entitled to the house
But you are kept in a cage
Just like a blind mouse
Instructed everytime to read that page
Caged children yours is the house and not the cage


I wanted to lead the children to the way
I once picked up my hoe
But the children comforts lies in the cage where they play
The hoe fell down and cut my toe
My source refused to flow, I had to stoop so low.