We're the course of these blessings;
The strong ill, the Achilles's heels,
A missing apostrophe, "I will" turned ill,
We're the catalysts of our catastrophe;
The attention we pay to frivolous bills,
Reality of dreams we buried for real.

We were left with no choice, had to choose what the society has to offer,
Fought for survival, traded our dreams by batter,
The barter, a plate of disaster, served then, now and after...

So after, crawling, faintly I could hear
the society was her royal highness,
the king, a dictator and the serf Lord
who provided sepulchre for the faint,
ephod for the saint and secession for the brave.

Breathing in and out for days, we walked.
We sweated to stupor for cowries after we worked,
So, hustle became the motivational speaker,
The war-drum to our eardrums that told us life is a battle ground,
Rule your world, own your space, fight for your ground...

Now, we're victims of this circumstance,
In a bid to win, we lost our substance,
The society made us like this, now, she's afraid of her invention,
She murdered us and fathered the situation.

Our karma is the society here,
Our wares in tiers that became wear and tear,
We killed us, our foresight was made blind;
She gave crumbs instead of riches to who won't mind
and for he who defied her, she picked on
to rate under her and effortlessly underrate.

How do we defy what has been defiled?
The purge, a daily sad record of youthful genocide,
The royal massacre; deaths of undying dreams,
A blare beam, the quiet glimpse.

#IntoTheSpotlight_II

Ayomide Inufin D'great
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