Ears Of The Time Poem by Haruna Garba

They love lots of it-
Rumdum's gut to rye
Cocked go the ears
Come the foul feed
They love the stuff
Nasty, dirty, evil stuff
So freaked go the ears
Gore, scam and rape
Only these mean headlines
They crave for loads of it-
Junkies' minds to opium
Only hot Twitter scrawls
The cool are skipping stuff
Scandals are their favorite recipes
They love the stuff
Stunning things, crazy things
Is no news if charity sounds
But dark smudges of the brush
So besotted
Hookah takes second place
so infatuated
Your shot falls inferior
Could be the worst vice ever