Pot-Bellied Brothers Poem by Barnabas Markus Atsen

Neithe of us have no reason
To treason though imprisoned.

Yes! Incarcerated in our house
By Pot-bellied brothers in white rooms,
Sleeping on two pillows - one's ours.
All 'cause we're penurious citizens;
we, penn'orth per day can afford.

We're 'morrow's heroes
But - hahahaha!
'Tomorrow's zeroes..., ' they said.
That inflamed the blief of cynics;
'They're intensifying their Agbada pockets
From the house's treasury...'

Retribution of anarchy may befall us
If Pot-bellied brothers
Continuously dominate our house;
'They will make it an eccentric dregs! '

Ask not why in free verse -
The house is under democracy.