The Year This Happens Poem by Haruna Garba

The year this happens
Will be quite a tragic year
With eyes set on quick recourse

The year this happens
Will be quite an eventful year
With compounds breath bereft

The year this happens
Will be a dwindling year
With reserves put to use

The year this happens
Will be quite a dormant year
With her profits all sacrificed

The year this happens
Will be a year of dishing out
With the underlings utterly ruled out

The year this happens
will be a year of exodus braindrain
with the ship unable to hold all

The year this happens
will be a year of tools' break
with expertise without a call