Who Is Mad? Poem by Enikanoselu Seyi

A man pretends to be wise,
Calling aking in crown and robe
A fool but wears tatters,
Who then is foolish?

He is sane but drinks seven bottles
Of fresh liquor at a glance,
Still prosecuting someone for displaying lunatic,
Who actually deserves prosecution?

An imbecile values life and turns from risk,
But gentleman does not,
He prefers erodedhome, though has abode,
Who is really insane?

Perhaps an insane might have put on
Clothes if he was given some,
What of he who has but prefers naked-walk?
Who stands the chance of psychiatric home?

When money comes by; an imbecile buys food,
The complete man has money but starves till death,
And can drink from now till then,
Is he really healthy?

A man pretends to be wise,
But eat with swine,
With he who is foolish and eat in dusts,
Who indeed is mad?