AGONY OF RIVER NIGER

Written by: habib akewusola

   AGONY  OF  RIVER  NIGER.
These  morning  as  the  cock
Crocks
In  need  of  tasty  quality  maize
Not  minding  a  truck  load,
No  hipped  infected  grains
Mounted  by  the  new  cross
Road,
The  river  is  infected  with
Small  pose,
That  blocks  many  infants
Nose.
I  fetch  the  black  spots
Into  my  clay  pot,
A  single  effort  for  dust
Not  to  overflow,
I  understand  so  many  source
Forms  up  her  liver,
Presently  she’s  huge  to  
The  collar  bone,
Let  me  extinguish  this
Fever,
The  speed  is  like  a  thunder
Boat.
Few  cups  to  waste
Wouldn’t  dry  up  her   sliver,
Its  the  same  again
Nobody  wants  to  be  told.
To  achieve  mirage
Is  the  principal,
She  quardinates  other
Teachers 
To  illuminate  as  crystals.
I  bite  my  finger,
A  pretty  sister
Without  slippers,
Now  this  lime  taste  bitter.
I  will  capsize  beautiful  ships
Filled  with  blisters.
River  Niger  is  a  believer,
I  see  the  dirt  escaping
With  no  hindrance.
Words  will  never  come
From  peter,
It’s  a  crime  not  to
Get  opposite  of  sinister,
Every  Ester  we  pray
For  glitters,
At  this  time  of  Islam
We  scarifies  the
Huge  rams,
No  more  distance
In  changing  ignorance
To  substance,
 Cleanse  the  trance  on  
My  land,
Laughing  to  a  dry  tap
Must  end  after  this  
Chat.
                                                                                                                         AKEWUSOLA  HABIB.