Anti Touting Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Looking back
At what life has made of us
Thus our shallow thinking would of no help be
Could it be the six years gymnastics

Of head bent on ink that aroused?
And the merriment of enclosed nights
For bar that makes us lean?
That after all these

Our lot is glorified with peanut
Peanut? Yes peanut
So astonishing that their defense
Is calved in mentoring

Of what good is mentorship
When the tummy is daily weeping?
Even the abdomen in struggle
Has nothing to gain

That our daily cry a focus of their campaign
Yet In their good worth raise war on touting
While there's skeleton in their cupboard to rise
Of what good is a war expressed to be empty cymbal?

When there's Judas in our midst?
Feed the hunger,
I'm saying feed the hunger
And let greed that thus lingers

Find its way to the cave
In all these, our wall will be closed against lizards
Making unwanted entry to our walls
Then all will go home in peace and smiling