Standing in expectation I await thee
Looking above the skies, below thy deep
I see seas streaming the feed for needs
The thirst for breeze to blow the bliss.
Lo! Behold!! You come with blades
Peeling and biting, you scrape our grace,
As Kings, Queens and Armies all made mates
Lined in queue for liquid to bathe.
Before your departure we splendor in lot,
Next your absence we now splendor in awe
Of the scarcity of your lot that once was much,
But now a new story tales round our halls.
Caresses of your strict hand thus gone
Into the hurts of the soft fist thus come,
Into our academics and welfare tyranny crawls
Fast into the ruling caskets of our Lords.
But alas! I can’t wait to paste
The glorious hymns of your songs with haste
Sung from lips of gender we make
To lay us into the legacy of our “GREATS”.
Far from the land of the past
We now ply the lands of this present, fast
From the social grease that lubricates our might
To survive this “Land of Struggle” for a graded class.
Babajide Literati
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