Carved from the breath of a god!
An existence shrouded in uniqueness
On soils that vomit gold
With no will to multiply a thousand fold.
Blessed beyond its curse
Where brains aren’t shaped by a purse.
Spoilt by the ruins from a malignant few
But now we rise! Hugging this soothing dew.
Riches hidden beneath the whines and gallops
Wealth covered and trampled Ƙorya.
Lead us in dance, away from dejection
Lead us far, away from rejection.
We strode home in tatty regalia
Clearing our paths, towards introspective
redemption.
No one came around while we were gone
No one replaced our fallen rafters in return.
We cried and patched our desolate north
Pushing intents and actions further forth.
Crossed-legs in my Father’s compound
OLADEJI, Mayowa .O.
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