The Poor

Neglected like unripe fruits
Lackadaisical to our benefits
Nobody we are, in the society
Our lives taken with levity.

Do you know the future?
Specialist in Nomenclature
Tálákà and Otòşì
Racism is their hobby.

When giving title
We never possess at least molecule
Always guilty
When opposite mate is the adversary.

Never faultless
In our endeavours
Cry of the Otòşì
To them, is like Angel’s song melody.

No one knows tomorrow
Stop being satisfied with our sorrow
Those you prefer today
Await for their denial next day.

Poet: Oyedokun Ibukun S.


Tálákà: A poor person.
Otòşì: A poor miserable person.


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