Bad Luck Poem by Omoekun IluNla

Bad Luck



BAD LUCK

Some moons ago we danced sang and swayed
We wriggled our conscience to be played
Door to door we spread the gospel of vain
All haling the animation that was very plain
Oh! what a coupon we had bought in April
Suddenly, after 50 years we will hit the mega lottery

To the wise and broad good luck is an illusion
A mere consolatory song for the delusioned
How suddenly can a wild dog roar in the jungle?
I thought we knew wolves and sheep don't mingle
On the day we casted the lot I dried on Osborne
With no doubt that we gambled with the unborn

Across the seas I watched for the numbers
Maybe this this I can live the dream of a nation by the rivers
The first number called was tenure elongation
Seven years of tears, sorrow and degradation
Coming along was deregulation
The digit for corruption, waste and emasculation

Now it suddenly hits me like a cassava farmer
Who didn't plant but expects to eat cassava bread in summer
Personal folly is pardonable without trepidation
National futility is however beyond medication
In less than a year our good luck again has gone fatal
Bad luck then to all who elected to rather flutter


Omoekun-2012 GTA.

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