Wandering Conscience Poem by Adenekan Samson Kehinde

Tag it 'white', I capture it is 'black'.
You say it is fair, but I pounce at such price,
My actions fight my conscience,
So I guess, I also need existence.
So long a day, so much are 'preys'.
So few to say, so much to pay.
The strength do the knocking,
While legal tender do the opening.

You can question my pedigree,
But can you tell me about your fantasies?
The compass is corrupt,
Innovation is demanded.
Tell me where to stay?
Tell me where to lie,
Will 'white' lose the knots for the 'black' to, claim the prize?