Free Madness Poem by Adedotun Segun

Up and down
North to west
South to east
He is coming‼
Go after him
Make sure you get him at all cost
He has just killed someone
Another is dead for his sake
Some imprisoned because of him
He calls from the four corners and laughs
You suffering thing
Your sorrow is my ecstasy.
I stood and wonder who he is
Long could I not hold my silence
So, I asked a passer-by
Who is he they run after?
He is NAIRA
He replied quickly
I stood amazed
Sons of Adam‼
A mere painted paper
That gives yon free madness.