THE D-I-A-R-Y OF THE POOR (Poem) by Badiru Kehinde
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No one knows!
NO One...
A-B-O-U-T fate
The unfairness of it...
A beggar came into a restaurant
And de-MAN-ded for food

He paid, but with the proceeds from the day's begging,
Under the bridge, his 3 wives laid
Hoping 'Pa' brings something home.

Few minutes ago, the bridge was cleared
terrored by the sound of the blaring siren
Because the minister of works
Is on a trip...
A trip to money sharing
Without realizing poverty sharing went down beneath
We hide our heads,
Still they seek to hurt it.

Oma shey!!!
Alao was crushed by a truck
He was about to sell his last bottle water,
Ekenechukwu went to school,
But was sent out for tuition fees,
Musa's right hand was cut!
For
the
'm-a-s-a' & tuoshinkafa he stole last night...

Who cares abi?
If You cried! Save your tears
For
the
final funeral
Of the spoilers of our land




©BadiruKehinde
Ikire 29/04/16

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