By Buah Dansabe Kuni
See what the high cost of grains
Has caused? Oh gash! Veins
Alone is what I see remaining like hays.
Daily at the opening and sunset of days,
The walking corpses move round with munges;
In their numbers; old and even young within the
Crying; for the tragedy of inflation,
While supply deprives deflation!
CHANGE; they sing to change for better.
WORST; chains and changes not the bitter.
SUFFERING; turns the letters on the banner,
After fruitless call for Moses’ manner.
The walking corpses in their sucked inflaming eyes,
Staggers at night to the cozy wooden bed-mat ices;
To pass the nighthawk with hunger
As it feeds them with steel hanger.
The emaciations puff the high shoulder skeleton.
The vertigos daily dance the dead-alive tone.
Giants of the black are now like the dead but living tactility!
Oh really! Unfairness has farmed our land with infertilities.
Oh heaven; Nigerians are swimming with the shark!
And the Nigeria’s song of stark
Need your shock absorber; for price is claiming
Lord over purchase.
And on our land, hunger is thronging lord of