The Aged And The Youths Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

The sun shines dutifully
The wind hurry in slow haste
Folding in its kaftan, abandoned moments gathered from the streets
All feign business - none notice the looting
The desert's solitary wide expanse mustered an army of dust
Making a rushing sound of vast bees of mystery
Mystery indeed! Of the lives of Ebiba youths
A big youth, bearded like the virgin savanna
Indolent to work, and a fan of the steaming pot
A big youth, gallivanting the streets
Collecting youths of same passion for a crusade of cacophony
screams of perversity outcry the whimper of morality
And all the aged of the society stare in a trance of nothing to say.