Corn Tree – HABIB AKEWUSOLA

Framing riot,

Impunity on display

Well-dressed scarecrow and idols.

Nothing changes

Just faces on currency

Forced unity,

Germination of multiple fertile seeds

On a soil I never own.

He breaths, for free,

Who is fighting for us?

Institute of corrupt

By force avenging a curse,

My brother, endure, or you comot.

Need to divert a few shares

Of this corn tree,

Ten billion crumbs, my be.

Don’t forget I sprayed alot

At farm leader’s jamboree.

Media doesn’t sleep.

As corrupt fights back,

Tricks, venue a battle field,

Casualties are her readers

Dead is a believer.

So did my corn tree,

Not see following raining season.

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