No Way Out Poem by Haruna Garba

It is no legacy of anyone's
Nothing to stop infiltration
So wolves sheep-clothed
Drank all the stuff within
Till naught remained to sip from

Nice discovery
They have found flaws in the brew
In, where the baked faults out
And where ignitable splints cave-dried
Hearts hardened by corrupt history
Bodies defiled thereof
No way out
And there should be way out
Though an unfeasible chance
Now you are stuck all around
With quagmire, with miserable camps
You are stuck
With indelible faction
With sworn crypto
And you will remain stuck
Murder shall you all your kin
And appease by eventual suicide
No coterie to fold their hands
Only ravaging the noble course
Refuge for perpetrators to dispense
Now the tale told with a song
To Which nobody dare dance