By Oluwasegun Somefun
The pressures of this world are not good for anybody.
They make you steal and lie. They make them kill
They can make long country blow bits.
The power stations of this country are not earthed proper,
That is why not all enter.
They can make one without family and friends.
It is to eat the food of this world
But not all get it. Always bear sins of coins and paper.
The faeces of this house smells
It makes puke
And when you live with it
Smell cannot go
All of us have it
When we are full or sick comes out.
That is why suppose not allow in public.
Ah! The scent of corruption fills our homes.
If we tell kith and kin
They say mouth smells
And when we try clean it
Is stuck here.
To remove them from the floors of this house,
Those we employed
Are all smeared with it
Even those in white cassocks of conscience
Smell us up.
The path I am leads is mystery
That is why not all grasp it.
Even those clean cannot stand well.
Whom will he bring to wipe our house clean?