The Same Old Cry Poem by Oluwatomiwo Akinyemi

Male and female
Boys and girls
Tall and short
Light and dark
Plying the tarred roads
To make ends meet

Running gallantly
Competing for buyers
This battle is not for the weak and weary
Pity is the enigma that flows
through my downtrodden veins

questions are asked
devoid of answers
when will the plight of the common man change
When will this oppression
and deadly plague Of dehumanization
come to an end

Oh Nigeria, Nigeria
Consider the plight
of your brothers and sisters
sons and daughters
Most of which this deadly sea of poverty
Has derailed off the path of success

They say all hands are not equal
Smiling with tears rolling down
not equal they are
But symbiosis should they share
The common man
is part of the cosmo of this nation
And each deserves the silverspoon to attain success.