Lines Of A Young Man's Wrinkle Poem by Adebola Afolabi

These are the lines of a Young Man's Wrinkle

1.
They say time is money
It's why I'm seeking Benjamin's watch
Running businesses on old testament thoughts
My temperament's lost, in harsh realities
I'm now old but it seems casualties,
are sticking on the news
I paid my dues
Mourning tears for lost jewels
trying to resist Yahoo...
Temptations.

Ski-mask wearing youths
fighting for the loots
in the Niger-delta
a kidnapped baby is crying, 'cause she can't find a helper
helter-skelter
mothers dey run
as many sons have turned targets of occultic guns
I've got my eyes on the crown, of success like Rolex
reading the Qur'an
I sit in the balcony and watch the sunset.

An economic analysis is done
with the eyes of the eagle
and in the face of dirty politics, armed robberies and poverty...

I decipher, the lines of a young man's wrinkle.

These are the lines of a young man's wrinkle
These are the lines of a young man's wrinkle
These are the lines of a young man's wrinkle

2.
So I looked up in my horizon,
where light once shone
remembering blood relations and families gone
'Goods' and 'Evils', done
Prophesies haven't come...
to pass so I blast like guns.
My visions, are like bullets
into the future where a world is born.
Family bonds, ones broken and sealed
Saw a youth try to go legal, but it's hard breaking off the hold of these dirty deals
Trying to keep it real, but still...
It's hard being a man
and my girl left me,
for a Yahoo boy, cruising a C-Class Benz

"So, Pepper gats rest...
but until then, I no go relent"
for pain paints words
the only ones lending ears to our cries are the walls
but the walls are junkies filled with cracks
Agberos attack
and they snatch your bag;

See these politicians,
stashing our monies like rice in stacks
yes, rise in stocks...

Only the rich know it

The lines of a young man's wrinkle