Much Ado In The 20's Poem by Akinrinola Tosin Emmanuel

Much Ado In The 20's



POEM: MUCH ADO IN THE 20's
POET: AKINRINOLA TOSIN EMMANUEL
MOOD: WARNING

Hey, hey, hey, that was the sound being made,
It was a rush of the militant, that got
People running helter skelter even with their maid,
Running to secure their lives since there is no one to come their aid,
Crying, thinking and praying to God for solution,
I sat and watch even though am part of them,
Have they forgotten they caused it all?
Much Ado about Nothing.


Yes, much Ado about nothing,
It is the fuss that happen in the 20's,
In the continent of the Blacks, that place where the world seem end even when jah hasn't come over,
Killing, stealing to live up to stranded,
Yet they blame that man in the high seat for doing nothing,
Have they forgotten they caused it all?
when they were collecting penny and cups of rice to put that man in seat,
if you know you know, Even though am part of them, much ado about nothing.


Now those high men are gathered for another higher seat,
We have our power and right in putting them there,
Just like that snake came to Eve, they came and deceive us with penny,
Even the monkey still keeps thinking why it was said of him he's a stealer
well, whether the Animal or Human, God knows who is the deceiver,
if you know you know, Even though am part of them as a player,
Much ado about nothing.


Another part is coming up soon,
I sat on a fence to watch at noon,
The atmosphere was good and cool,
Then I saw two man, discussing in a pool,
One gave out five thousand penny while the other two thousand penny,
This was given to us all to steal our mind,
It wasn't a surprise to me when I heard them calling us fool,
Because we entrust in them to lead us for good,
If you know you know, I was sad even though am part of them,
Much ado about nothing, for nothing can help the Blacks of 20's if we keep selling our minds.


#This poem is written to all citizen of the Blacks, Election is here and there, keep your PVC, don't sell your mind, and fight for the future.
Remember, MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, DONT CAUSE A FUSS! .

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