The colourful lizard,
That silently creep in my father’s yard,
No noise here, no noise there,
Its movement is not a pendulum swing,
But its colour is confusion there and here,
Like a bat with claw and wing.
The facade of change,
Dawdling towards the chain,
Unlike the frog hopping in the mud,
Or the vagabond Cain.
Who care for Abel’s age?
Maybe, those whom fast money had driven wud.
Four years A4 paper earner,
With his akubay knocking the floor,
Too gentle to reject the office’s offer,
Man go chop is the vibrate tone,
No sleep at night, he must use Solotone.
Not a taxi driver, a Corolla driver,
Next bustop is half a century money,
Man must chop and pray in flat,
No violence with the man in black,
The grease must not ‘rob’ the palm.
The head has defiled the rule,
Who will talk?
Not even Solomon,
The black head with white brain.
Imam has raped the soul of the mosque,
Hallelujah in satanic church,
Nobody must hop like frog,
Cos the gods are silent in our case.
(c) Iyiola Oluwatosin .D
(28th May, 2018)