An Ode To Your Majesty - Poem by Olufayo Ezekiel
The king of our homes,
In praise, Our mouths,
Sing your low name on high.
The figure of your value is low,
Making the low men demand you on high.
The hungries eat,
And eat to bellies full.
In water soak;
The kids drink with nuts.
In hot waters;
The family eats with soup to quench her hunger.
The popular saviour of the masses,
Against the will of the inflators you strives,
Harder, to make your tag stay for the poors.
Take our ode,
For your presence cast out our hunger tonight.
The unpleasant thing in the house of the richs,
The pleasant bournvita in the house of the poors.
We hail thee, Garri.
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