Photo credit; United Nations
O se o po!
Our globe’s a mystery;
Ticktock’s no stickler;
While devils remain;
Saints are harvested!
Mo ti r’Ogun lo f’oso!
Walking dead mourns;
While interring dead dead;
Unripe missing harvested;
If they knew;
Bothered wouldn’t they!
Yeepa!
Masses kowtowing rulers;
Knowledge says world
Big ball is;
Which goes round!
Mo ti r’osa lo fo’so!
Yeah!
It is!!
For the haves;
Living off sweats!
Igbi mo dele mi o r’eni mi!
Of have nots;
Is there a world?
It remains dull;
Static it is;
Stuck in miasma;
Of endemic poverty!
Oju mi n s’omi rere!
as
11/16/19
