The World Has Found Her Sweetest Opium Poem by Haruna Garba

Ouster no sooner than applaud done
Change no sooner than change done
Imagine wildfire
and there is no wildfire like gossips
Hunger itself is second to it
particularly about disreputable chores:
let characters die rather than live
Bar, office, even pre or post worship
alas, all miniature holes you can think of
Quite swiftly now
social media peddles her wares
swifter than how the rain broadcasts his tears
The opium is found
and unimaginable numbers reveal their addict selves
The world has revealed its true color
Countless numbers, all addicts to this stuff.