POEM: WHY THAT?
POET: AKINRINOLA TOSIN EMMANUEL(EMACOT)
MOOD: MELANCHOLY
Fifty-two weeks, three sixty-five days,
up and down we go even in the rain
so much stress we get, yet; no complain,
Out of this just little penny we make at the end,
our part we played your part you left
we never disturb you because we are courageous;
so why that?
Black is the colour, African is the continent
you are the president, number one citizen to be precise
You appear so simple and nice but inside you are nice ironically,
Youth might not be in power today that doesn't mean you are Superior!
You started ruling at youth age; currently you still rule, so why that?
Although things are hard, Because of trials and pains,
Continuing not, Does not get you anywhere.
maybe you know not the meaning of laziness,
People who are lazy, Quit everything and don't try
calling us lazy ones guess you owe us an apology
because I still wonder, why that?
I write in pain, even in tears!
You went up there and defame in the air,
you think the whites will imitates and embrace this mess? Calling your youths lazy ones!
but remember we voted you in! i drop my pen because am disheartened, for I need to know why that.
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