Blowing hot, when streets and communes, need to abuse Days later, when smoke clears, returning back to being refuse Refused the courtesy of a returned greetings Their kids ride past in bikes, with the breeze leaving behind ill-feelings We do not seek rights beyond filled stomachs We do not mind treks to fulfill our life’ s purpose, but mallam times our comebacks Who does not fear whips that lay fever on a body Left in care or he who cares, by parents who feel you are a burden Seeking knowledge spins reckless abandon on its head He started doing this, when he became four, seven weeks less The use of stones became tool for counting the days thereafter Not till the ardour of his task, helped him flip a page, till he closed that chapter He doesn’ t know how much he needs to learn or when he’ s leaving This being a verse more seen than written … Akeem Adetayo Oyalowo
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