The World, the Storyteller

In-between the babel of a troubled soul In abeyance, the thought of neglection arose The blood boiled, the body cooked The figure fell in flat command The jurist justified themselves unjust multitude babbled, the wise bundled Oko-Oloko dun Pokete Prita Iyalaaje, Aloo apaamo The world, the storyteller No baccalaureate for success Potentials would have been seen We fear no test or challenges Drive not us like cabby We own our world, we rule our world in pain of the real, you laugh Children will clap it in moonlight story Our mouth will be open in laughter in your tears The world will read the reality Painting life like it has no remaining Hope traded for bread, hunger present Faith traded for cloth, nakedness covered Sleeping-waking, friction projected They laughed our wacky life.