WE STILL HAVE A SONG They say our tongues are dried That poesy also died With the yester poets. But tell their mocking lips That the streets are agog With our modest musing of songs! Theres even one of them Bed wetting in professional khaki Shouting stinking maxims That we are not productive Like the pampered forbears. But slam his mouths And dash him a pako Blended with Dongoyaro leaves. The street is still dancing to our humble concoctions of lyrics. We do not bear any brunt Against the gains of then But we must hustle the today In its stiffer war of oppression To save the lives of have-nots Homeless in Naija; Syria; and Gaza For greed is now greedier And power more absolute. So, let no one employ the razor To cut th past from today. There will always be musing Once the fraud is still oozing In Aso villa and Wall street For their theft is only advancing As the days roll on Into more boring dawns. Let no master poet Tell us what to muse Or how to brew songs For only one thing Gears us all on. Only one wahala Puts our pens into more palaver. That thing is this earth That is already a hell. And once the heat fires on, The sweats remind our inks... That we still have a song! Kunle Wizeman Ajayi.
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 01:37:26 +0000
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