This Is You, This Is Me. Poem by Osagie Francis samuel Omono

THIS IS YOU, THIS IS ME.
Hey mister man, hold on a while and think,
Slow down a bit and reason with your soul.
Just to get to the top,
You betrayed fellow man who did you no wrong,
Mister man, look at this is this you?
Yeah this is you, this is me,
At the end of the day.
Come on mister,
Your cornered what is suppose to be for your people,
That which belong to your community, you starched it off in your closet,
You fight to get power,
You killed and maimed,
Turning able men to cripple,
Reaped open the womb of pregnant women,
Look you sir/ ma,
Is this you?
Yeah this is you, this is me,
At the end of the day.
Now you have got what you wanted,
You have satisfied you ego,
Your pride has been appeased,
You have drank your fill of blood,
Like the vampire,
Look at this mister,
Who is this?
This is you, this is me,
At the end of the day.
Where then is the power you did all abominable to get?
Where then are riches, the wealth you did all evil to aquire?
Take a look at this, oh foolish human nature,
Who is this?
This is you, this is me
At the end of the day.
Therefore Mister, Be wise, be fair, be humble, be merciful and be kind,
For at the end of the day,
This is you, this is me.