Recession Poem by SylvaOnyema (SUPER.T) Ubah
Recession
Dollars cripple
The city of oil
Charcoal! Charcoal! !
Burning in the air
Burning and burning everywhere
Like uncontrollable flame
It is a city of Charcoal!
When shall these black pots
Boil in gases and kerosene again?
Empty promises
Cannot resurrect
Those dead refineries
Prices of commodities
Fly high like birds in the sky
Dollars jumping up and up
As Naira goes to sleep
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5/4/2024 6:04:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
it is a city of charcoal!