Insensitive,
You say I am.
How can it be?
You can't connect to my heart

Out of your tipped nose,
Your utterances drop.
Like hot akara
From mama bisi's pot

Like water,
In broken clay pots,
Your words, melt
Like ice in the sun

You have masked,
The face of your tongue,
Like a damask,
On a leprous corpse

Tasteless,
Are your words,
Void of garnishing
Of proverbs and metaphors

Like a bride without pearls,
A maiden without jewels,
Your utterances walk,
Raggedly, without finesse.

In form and movement,
You look like my brother.
Yet in speech and accent,
You sound like another.

Waste you are,
Like cow dung.
'Cos you conspired (with strangers)
To poison our mother tongue.

I feel your stryde
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lemme try and catch your flow
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rubbish,
you call my words.
Ignorant,
With brain of a gold fish
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