In a marsh
You see a dead
A dead buffalo
You near harmed
Harmed with knife
You think his death
Death brought by chance
Chance of dreaming?
You refuse to strike the tree
Refuse to tap the palm
You raise your mouth
High and wide to the sky
As though to make a dam
A dam of wine flow in your stinking mouth
Who told you wine flow free
Flow free from the palm?
When your colleagues are all married
Married to the library
You are there doing, doing your doing
Facebooking, peppersoupinng, nightclubbing, bigboying
And you open your palms
To reap all the As
Do As come as leafs to the tree?
Labour, not wish, will make
Make you pot a river
Where meats and fish flow.
Kunle Adebayo
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