Scarcity Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Scarcity

My heart weeps daily
From the things, I hear
Going deep through my nerves
That life itself makes no difference.

Thought has no place of abode,
How possible could it be?
When warms are at war
Just for the need of Greenland.

Within the terrain of this political struggle
That we've been enslaved.
Funds crying deeply
That its owners are being deprived
Access to console the crying boy.

Who then will be of help?
Even the order of the Supreme Court
Awaits its verdict from either Emefiele or Buhari.

Hunger all-day
That a mother of three
In her curiosity
She gave her children a sleeping dose
That sends them on a journey of no return.

So a man trek to his grave
All for the lack of access to funds.

Hear me oh divine
To save us from the hands
Of our Colonial Merchants
Parading themselves as our leaders.

Open up our senses to revolt
The generation's selfish desire
Of our oppressors.
Teach them to know you more.
Help us lord to leave in peace.

Open the gate of Heaven
For Abundance of blessing
That a cup of garri will be sold for five Naira.